I come here to ignite a match
That could burn this firewood
Without hope becoming doubt
To never count the broken lamps
From the fissures I see through
To the things I have never done.
Life is but a self-fulfilling prophesy
No matter what it takes, I'll conquer
What good are wings if I can't fly?
Forward ever like ever-going time
Forward ever like the rollercoasters
The greatest fall is never to climb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem