So I have to forget the bad and remember the good.
To live for the future and not the past.
So I give to you my mind and heart.
So I can be free from the past and live for now and tomorrow.
From the thoughtful landmines that bombard the choices I made.
From the beliefs that brings me down when all I need is to shed.
The past has not been my destiny, so I invite you, the sculptor of my fate.
Give to me a descent look and curve on my face a sparkling smile
I need you amnesia to come in and say,
'Present is only going to take a while'.
The memoir that holds me back and pulls me down
How can I say I was blessed with a brain?
I need you amnesia to come in and say,
'The kind that masters and has no control is not a brain.'
Amnesia I only need you to come in and tell, the past can only be corrected by washing the bed sheets of yesterday's night to have an odorless tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem