Every man is born into the world
Whit differs of visions and goals
We all grow together
Not knowing the vision of one another
As the nature moves on
Each soul define his goals
And all disperse away in different ways
Your vision, my goes, my vision, your goes
Are not of the same feather
MY vision is mine, and your vision is yours
If yours tarries to come, wait do not rush
Instead wait; it will surely come your way one day
Guide your vision even whit yourself
Guide it whit your soul and mind
May you achieve your aims
May I attain the place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because English is not your first language, you use your words in a very interesting way.'Your goes are not of the same feather' - very poetic