Life is like a neverending highway embedded with speed bumps
and stop signs.
I drive my car and it leads me into the unknown.
Impricating me with sharp curves and steep hills, making
me pounce off the ground.
Suddenly, it leads me into my destination
Its bright yellow lines illuminate my path during dark gloomy
As I release my foot from the pedal, the highway seems to have fewer
speed bumps and fewer stop signs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem