Now I see my place in the world
I’m not a love interest
I’m not an athlete
I’m just a man
And there’s not a lot a man can do with the world except make it his own
Or make it matter for someone else
Oh, how many times I’ve been on the verge of letting it go
So much that you’ll never know, even if I told you
Did you ever stop to think that even the masterful
Are not masters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem