I don’t follow my destiny
I laugh at my fate
Break every promise
N fall from grace
I make my own religion
I destroy my own peace
Go nowhere, be nobody
But where do I run when all am running away from, is me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The end of circle at the beginning.we emerge and submerge there.Nice.me could be capital.