Pain is a form of love
Love is a form of hate
Hate is a form of anger
Anger changes fate
Poverty’s a form of strength
But it’s no way to live
Living is part of a cycle
The cycle is death
Belief is a form of not believing
Non-belief is a form of proof
Proof is something to see
Understanding is everything
Freedom is a form of empowerment
Power is control
Control is a form of pride
Pride is self esteem
Mistakes are a form of knowledge
Knowing is a benefit
Benefits are steps ahead
Steps achieve goals
Dreams are forms of imagination
Imagination is possibilities
Possibilities are forms of chance
Chance is fair
Success is to accomplish
Accomplish is to finish
To finish is to win
Winning is a form of luck and talent
Running is a form of walking
To walk is a slow pace
Pace is a form of being constant
Constant is a form of regularity
We are a form of them
They are a form of others
Others are a form of strangers
Strangers are a form of mystery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A faceted type poem, like a diamond, has many sides. Even a type paradox here and there. Makes one ponder! An insightful read. Keep writing, this is very good, much talent...; D