My mind just wont let me rest,
On accolades I've been blessed to get.
Those perceptions of success,
May leave someone else...
With an ego to feed.
And I know any success I've achieved,
Had little to do with ego.
And less to do with an attention to receive.
I was told long ago I couldn't do what I do.
To prove to myself I can.
And after years of applying sacrifice and devotion,
Others like me can understand...
A focus to keep genuine to never go away,
Has nothing to do with an ego to feed...
To one day fade the faking on that feast.
Especially...
When other things done to expose and flaunt,
Are far more easier to accomplish and achieve...
Without sweating over who approves or rejects,
What is loved to keep that way believed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem