Rising higher, seeing goals climbing out of sight, yet riding
them anyway into the future, wishing and hoping to finish the
purpose of life before the end comes nigh.
Traipsing slowly into a blind faith, knowing that hope will
ebb and flow, nothing to take from it's beauty and wonder as
life continues to travel it's journey alone.
No one to stand the test of time, just ending in the moments
of death that fall into ravines of past memories, leaving us
haunted within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem