When I try to grasp the words I need, I exhale the words I thought I wanted.I rushed through something that took patience, so my result was unquestioned. The more I thought of what I knew the less I understood. When I tried to sit and think of what to write nothing came out, but when I was somewhere else my mind raced with many thoughts. It seems as if I can only compose a poem when I'm not so focused. Makes me think my mind is opposite. I don't think there is a problem because of it. What I need to say is not as perfect as what I wanted to say, but I Know now that sometimes we just have to take chances whether we need too or just want too. We need to follow our instincts because second thoughts become a doubt. So I have come to realize that life is about taking chances and not be afraid of any changes. We just need to remain persistent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem