It's back but never the same.
Be greatful they claim.
Like they would know.
Give me the vision, the vision, the vision...,
To see through moonlit sky.
Absolutely no comprise.
Judgements be damned.
I never claimed to be saint.
The fault line spreads as we feel another yet another earthquake.
Watch as the buildings tremble and shake.
After the question becomes is the structure integrity still sound.
It is for me, I would never let it change who I've become.
Marching to the silent beat of many drums.
Got keep moving and never look back.
No matter the dust I kick up, or heart ache I leave in my wake.
Life is too short, to waste one second on the could ofs, the should ofs.
Always in the here and now.
Theres no window into the past or future.
You can plan ahead, but we know how that goes.
The road hell is paved with them even with the best intentions.
So I'm going to enjoy the most out today.
And worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem