One day I will look at the spots.
I wont mean to see the nots,
my aim will be on the dots.
The ones that were my knots.
One day I will stare at the sky,
Look long enough not to miss the star patterns that always pass us by.
Day one, I will focus my eyes,
For if I am to look and stare at what ahead lies,
My vision has to be clear,
Rather I narrow my eyes to the glare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem