That's life,
I doesn't make any sense.
To accept that is not enough,
We must embrace it
Like the bumble bee.
I can feel my wings upon my back
All i need to do is spread them
Then i can fly,
Just like the bumble bee.
Don't ask the centipede how it is he walks
Or the bee how it is he flies
Just step off the edge,
And believe,
That's life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem