Why are you taking the back seat?
Why can't you be possessed with light?
Why can't you live out your potential?
Why do you feel inferior?
Embrace God
Stop running away
Stop building walls
I think its time for bridges
I wonder
How you can live without your creator
Its just like;
Driving without a steering
Every invention has an inventor
Every machine has a manual
Every man, a creator
Everybody, a purpose for being created
The more you run
The more you are ruined
The more you hate;
The more you have a bad fate
Seek your creator
Seek your manual
Or be prepared
To be thrown to the dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem