There were a few indelible lines drawn
in life as seen by my youthfool eyes
With each decade, they've faded significantly
They were the 'correct paths'
I draw the map now
and I draw with a pencil
god's got the eraser
My penciled-path life
has a sort of checks and balance
system built in
but the erasor is more powerful than the pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem