I can remember way back to when I was a child
How innocent life was
I was easily beguiled
Often I would find myself
With a head so full of dreams
Endless, fruitless quests
Through rivers and through streams
I could walk on water
Fly though the air
Through my pineal gland
Which would take me there
As I grew Older
The light grew dim
My inner warmth grew colder
My choices were to sink or swim
As time passed by
I again began to fly
And learned to spread my wings
Now I bathe in waterfalls
Surrounded by great things
The sun my god
The moon my goddess
Disciples disguised as stars
The laughter lines upon my face
To cover up my scars.
A life fulfilled and plentiful
Is what I reap to sow
For a life that's spent in bitterness
Won't allow your wings to grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem