You walk down a lonely corridor,
window behind shadows on the floor,
the brass door latches shining bright,
doors to the left of you and doors to the right,
some closed, some bolted and others ajar
some lead nowhere, some will take you far.
What's your destiny, which door to choose?
a simple twist of fate, and you win or you loose,
your thoughts echo, down the empty landing,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem