Staring into moments of silence, thinking about varied
topics and subjects, wondering how they can approach
what they are seeing through.
Listening to an interior voice - a whisper - that
silently tries to help by allowing a mind to look over
pathways and avenues they're been on before.
Ones that didn't work back then, still having no way
in which to move in another direction in order to ful-
fill destiny with all the right attributes in place,
ready to go ahead at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem