change is here
change i feel
the time has come
so wisely
i shall be the
master now
my nose not soft
to the leash of
fate
this is my boat
now
i decide where it
is going and
when
this is my own car
i hold the key to its
engine
i start it when i like
it and always with a purpose
a plan
and i am not going
just because i have to.
if everything in there is
emptiness
why should i go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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