Many aren't convenienced with options.
Or preferences to select from a list.
Many have had to face their obstacles early.
With a doing to either eliminate them,
Or run away and be chased...
Back into the awaiting arms of fear.
To be joined by those who have also chosen,
Life to make excuses and fresh alibis to introduce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem