Reaching, grasping onto particles of life that continue soar-
ing into the atmosphere through the years, always finding the
rumors of yesterday.
Hanging around, stumbling, but still seeing the wonder that
happens in life, knowing there's not going to be a second
chance.
Everything has to be done right the first time, so there'll
be no regrets in the end and we may leave this earth in an
innocent peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem