There is a saying heard
the world is round
we end where
we intend
to be
soon
Every thing we do
effects our path
does it curve
to soon so
you can't
stop
Today is going to be
the day i figure out
if my path curves
or if i stand
alone
here
Ive realized what i do
effects my path
curves and bends
straight and end
changing
constant
There is no certain finish
to this path unknown
i can feel it
under my feet
a path
newly laid
as i walk
my hands sway
and i write my path
with new bricks
being laid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this is really cool how in each stanza the lines get progressively shorter!