Open your eyes to your highs and lows, with in time you will harden
The paths and doors will swallow you whole, joy comes an goes
The things unseen attempts to give you hopes but dies eventually
pointless hope
Torn between reality and lifes tottering joke
Each step becomes the same as the one before
As I fade to the past I tumble over my pain
Shame becomes my misery, while surrounded by unvoiced thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem