There is nothing you see me doing
That hasn’t been done
There is nothing you hear me saying
That hasn’t been said before
My soul is a just a replica
Of past deeds giving fruits in its own time
Nothing is new to my eyes
Maybe a little different but in the end they are parallel visions
Sailing my mind with different levels of imagination
I sing and jump harmoniously
At the joy I live
Hoping they fade away happily
From this life I live
Sometimes I asked myself
What’s missing in this life of mine?
I look around and envision many joys I wished I had
Maybe many more pretty things
Maybe many more years to live
Is what I wish never missed in the picture!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.