Sometimes you have to
feel your way back
to where you started.
You think "I got this! "
and you got nothing.
Life
is
like
an
E
S
C
A
L
A
T
O
R
You ride it
or you walk it.
You go down
or you go up, see?
But, don't worry,
because none of this really
matters. Life goes on
with or without you.
You are an exhalation,
a fart in the wind.
Poof, You're gone.
Nov.2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True. While i am there in the wind will hang around and irritate big time. Thats life. Thanks for sharing.