Often from one; the delirium of waking dreams
In cordial to the rays of existential unfelt streams
Flow to the over analytical disposition of a heart
Confused, lost, without compass and torn apart
Playing a violent arpeggio before frayed tears fall
Onto the spilt realisation of a future now to stall
But that doesn’t translate to an ending of time
As you’ll always awaken to a sun lights daily mime
People following of daily ritual visage before you
Even when without embrace something can be true
Of all that is beautiful when seen of rose’s not thorns
Hold this close even of the moments when life scorns
We are all but children with eager minds so alive
If not the timeless of endeavours we so strive
To encourage, to endure, to hurt and then to cure
Step forth for one and all even when so unsure
For the stronger in stature is more alive so the soul
Be that of your compass to a piece to be now whole
Upon a voyage of mountains before the sky unbound
Of journeys undertaken through fire on rocky ground
But not to stumble with steady hands of a steady heart
Encompassed deep in your own self playing its part
To search within yourself for the courage to continue
Acknowledge that you yourself are the one who’s true
So of the anger and frustration illumine as of flames
When so the trials of this life deal out their games
Clench fist of defiance and forwards with seeds to sow
Breathe this air that is yours and so now, let it go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem