I know how far you've walked
I don't know your next move
But I can see how your flowery face has been waxed & battered
Yeah sure. It happens to all
That doesn't make it Sacrosanct
You have gat the gut
To have a deep breath and move on
Go out there and be friendly with natures
If possible, go up to the Sacramento Rivers
You got depressed because of admission or job?
Gosh, it's like kissing a politician's ****
Angry because of that lover?
He/She was the wrong one
Desperate for that graduation/retirement/marriage/child?
Desperate because of the promised house, car, admission, job etcetera?
It ends here. Be desperate for eternity.
You need Inspiration friend
For life of desperate is hellish.
Vexing because of the mistakes you have made over time?
You made it. You can remake it to good
Puzzle on how the embarrassment happens?
C'mon, mutter yourself and move on. It's natural
Bemuse on how that dullard, lazy, wayward being is where he is?
Yeah sure is possible because nature respect the dynamist.
So, just do something aside the one delaying and keeping you there.
Things change to those who believe in themselves
Keep on with the goodies you've been doing so far
Never never be misled
You can be the pilot of your life
Just do something crazily beautiful
And you're there
Life can't be read
It can only be flipped
Never give up on yourself
Don't be fed up with life
God Is the perfectionist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem