Silver mist upon my back
Now I'm here I can't back track
Future is clouded by rain-bowed dreams
Streaks of color tucked in the seams
All is weightless, except my mind
The past is sober, the present is all my time
Ahead of me green roads lie
My feet kick rocks as I begin to fly
Small feats at a time seem meek to some
But in my world it's how the war is won
On I go, off the oiled street
Please follow my passion-filled beat
I promise a life full of color and treats
At times it may seem bleak but the lesson is always neat
So here I'll stand as your rock
The waves are crashing but I can mock
I'll show you all as I show myself
Everything is possible with wisdom as wealth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the poem, beautifully written