Cultivate your hunger, for your idealize
Motivate your anger, make them all realize
Climbing the mountains, never coming down
Breaking through the contents never falling down
My knee is still shaking, like I was 12
Sneaking out of the classroom
By the back door
A moral led me twice back home, but I didn’t care
Waiting is wasting for people like me
Don’t try to look so wise
Don’t cry because you’re so all right
Don’t drive its faith or fears.
Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write Uzumaki