Walking alone, giving thought a myriad of subjects, rain falling gently upon me as I search for meaning in my miniscule little life.
Thriving on adventure and excitement, hoping to never give up either one as long as I live.
Rushing quietly, easily, through all trials sent my way, finding my path, going it alone, traveling through oceans and over mountains towards an eternity of musical scores written for posterity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem