Elevators.
Racing through each level,
One always leading
Rivalry.
Balanced with each character,
A game with no end.
Competition.
Knowledge towards each conflict,
Memories of my youth.
Soon there shall be an end,
Elevators stop,
And life goes on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rapid river of reality runs in this poem giving meaning to chilildren and how quickly they grow up.