Once I have discovered myself, I will take a look at you,
and at others, the many...and at most...the exceptional few.
First, I must find my way,
learn to build on, and write... what I truly mean to say.
To find the foundations...to where the first brick falls,
then build up some strenght, within these found walls.
Learn from all that fails,
the fix to be fought, even banged in with 6 inch long nails.
The making of my self,
the pieces...before me, maybe shattering my health.
A part missed, or all entangled with others,
a lonely self, or crowded with brothers.
Untill...I`am forfilled...with my own-self made build,
to you I have no say.
Unless you want to help, I bid you...A good day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem