With each breath, its another day..
Happiness arrives.. Yet I look on the other side.
What more am I wanting?
There's always something missing..
This heart wont stand it no more..
My legs only carry me so far..
My hands.. have a limit to what they reach..
The sky is too deep..
the Ocean Far too wide..
All I see.. Is nothing compared to what can be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem