Wondering where the never ending road goes,
running along the childhood path
as i followed the sunrise when it rose.
Always the curious one, wondering through the woods,
looking for adventure in my life,
as if i had nothing, not even a soul to sacrifice.
Trying to figure my advantages as if they were valuable
although in reality, my decisions weren't so tangible.
Always wanting to explore the world as if i lived in a new town,
even when when all i saw was a city road town.
Always watching the butterfly go towards the sun
wondering and wondering what i would become,
like the butterfly, if i could ever
watch it's metamorphosis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem