Golden birds can't calm my soul
The fire has grown too large
And devours my being whol.
My mind has yet to pay the surcharge
To bring me back to my feet
Yet I still go on and barge
No one will ever tell me how to fleet
The coming storm
For it is my journey to complete
I have ridden time, and it was warm
But now I surely must reform
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem