Life is a winding staircase of endless possibilities
It winds in all different directions, twisting turning
A long road with many paths to chose
Do I dare take the longer road and risk the pain of rejection?
Or should I take “the one less traveled? ”
I know not what I want
But I realize that I have to follow my own destiny
Sure I may fall flat on my face
But it will be my decision
Not influence from an outside force
Or even a higher power.
I will live my life on my terms.
Life as we know it relies on superficiality
A “plastic society” constantly overwhelmed with noticing another person’s imperfections
We mustn’t forget our own imperfections
Our own inadequacies
We are America.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.