I left my home one morning to go from here to there
The route seemed fairly simple so I left without a care
Then on the way it seemed less clear as roads were long and winding
And halfway there I knew that I knew not what I was finding
I learned that day that life takes more directions than I know
So now I always stop to think a bit before I go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem