Reading that newspaper
oblivious to my luck
Tears fell on my shoulder
As I looked up
running to hide
it found me
As soon as it did—I had no choice to but to permit
This foreseen encounter
That London rain
Took me away
To a place
of no fray
As I almost immediately realized
It was better than I’d goad to have considered
Bluntly speaking
It was better than my sneaking
It was real
It made me reflect
The first time I had chosen to feel
After I knew
My life was premeditated
I decided I would be who I want to
Not who I was supposed
To have been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
who I was supposed to have been - I've been thinking onthe subject recently - i reflected on it in my poem just yield - 'i decided i would be who i want to' -changed in my life a couple of years ago - difficult how opinions change with the passage of time - or would I call it divine intervention(s) - difficult to explain unless experienced!