Walking down tunnels of yesterday, observing the many portraits
hanging upon walls of past experiences, situations and circum-
stances during our lifetimes.
Seeing where we've learned by our mistakes most of the time,
yet seeing where we have failed also, making the most of life,
learning, exploring and discovering new ways of doing things.
Avoiding paths that led us astray while our human minds kept
brilliantly teaching us innately how to cross barriers and
boundaries.
Living in a space interiorly that we create for ourselves
without anyone being the wiser; a lengthy yet purposeful
procedure to find our way when we fail to proceed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem