Feeling way out of his depth
The drowning boy grips a razor
He hasn’t tried to fight the currents
Hasn’t tried to find his saviour.
Face your troubles foolish boy!
Swim to shore and release your grip.
You’ll find no peace where lies sharpened tools.
Keep on going-just bite your lip.
These are dangerous waters you’ve come to know
‘How can one just stay afloat..’ you ask
‘When selfish people push me under? ’
-Stand up to them, that’s your task.
Ask no more questions, begin to swim
Move forward to a place of rest
Your blood is pumping and your heart is thumping
You’re alive! –now go succeed, for life is your ultimate test
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.