I'm chasing after a new passion.
Therefore, I have embarked on this new mission.
Having a love for what I do has always been a characteristic.
It is difficult to love sometimes when it drives me ballistic.
Nothing is the same.
Not even me I can claim.
I am trying to change myself so that I fit this new frame.
If I was made for this path.
Then why do I keep giving into only half?
Sometimes a change of heart can be painful.
Somehow each day as I continue it makes me more hopeful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. If I was made for this path Why do I give it only half?