Smooth as glass above where never it rains.
Calm and quiet, so quiet the ear strains.
Color's so vivid they seem to have flavor.
Waiting for all where none are shown favor.
Walking a path with no clear destination.
Afraid to look back fearing my wakes desolation.
Cause and effect, no choices are given.
Running from truths that cant stay hidden.
Life is so short, why do we wish it away?
Where can i hide when come judgement day?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem