Just when I thought
I see the light
Big block of bricks builds up in front of me
Just when I thought
yeah, I'm going
I see my path
The path folds up right in front of me
Just when I thought
I'm flapping my wings and flying
My air bag blows up, flying down I go
Why can't things turn up sometimes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I beileve that all these quesions you ask yourself will be answered as you continue to climb this mountain of self exploration...good write. Thanks.