beyond the shattered steps there is a wall
made of glass and perfectly clear
one can see everything, i can see everything
yet, i climb, i still climb that glass wall
just to see what's on the other side
my hands slip and my grasp fails me
i fell to the ground countless times
i cracked the wall out of anger
and it got slicker to make me pay for it
but i found a way to get over that wall
the things i saw on the other side were the same
the touch didn't even satisfy me
i looked in disappointment
my hands ached and i fell to the ground
watching the glass wall melt behind me
in the puddle were my efforts
efforts wasted to find something
i had already found
there was no need to climb
for i already knew what was on the other side
Ah.. as always.. you did a fine Job.. by the time you are my age you would be.. GREAT! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is great. We all try to climb a wall to see if there's something different on the other side. But then we realize that its all the same. Nothing changes. B.B.