My childhood dream is within my sight now
I only have to stretch a little, reach a little
So it would rest on the palm of my hand
And I’d feel the elusive fulfillment that has never been mine.
Yet achieving my dream means turning my back
On the very people who have been there from the start
The very people who never left my side
My reason for holding on and keeping up the fight.
I’m tangled in a web of uncertainty
I’m torn between my family and my dream
Confused on which road to take
My dilemma is no joke, it’s real.
Everything’s hanging in mid-air
On my life I’m undecided still
It seems like my hands are tied
So I look up and ask Someone up high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.