I have my life today, if not forever
and push for every day to be stupendous
for the sheer fact of its being
strive to make room in my soul
for those who need me
work to make my life entirely mine
my truth beliefs and feelings
not patterns of some dreary rule
but scattered random moments
that reflect
the way I think
the way I am,
the way I want to be
dancing in the streets
all night long
a flash of starlight
hiding from the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That moon is always there some how.