After a long age of dragging and grinding
I finally let go.
I freed my soul so it could fly to the rainbow
or some place I don't know.
You see, me is the new me
as I say it,
(but) not quite how it meant to be.
(Like a) mirror gives a image of it
not quite what I want to see.
Let go ' is the new definition
of how it's suppose to be
flying to the horizon of my imagination
where finally I feel free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem