A story not yet fully told
A future that was never foretold
One walks threw life without a dream
Their hopes are never what they seem
Some say the stars are our guidance
And their future creates the balance
But for those who have no aspirations
Their tedious life lengthens
Every step, every choice
Created by an isolated voice
This voice slowly eats away your soul
Till everything is under its control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And that voice is..... Well thought out poem N