It all depends on the surprises of nature
I wish I could see through to the future....
I'll know if my path is firm and sure
I'll take-off trash, to be focus and pure.
I'll be on same skin in another texture.
If I could see through to future
Impossibility will be my action
In and out, I will know a vulture.
Incredibly I will repaint a bad picture
Intentionally avoiding the bad couture
I will live life to the fullest as meekness conjure...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem