Life is a road
you walk
and people walk past you
time is the wheel of it
it rolls over a journey
of dreams
of hope
of moments and magic
and then comes a still
road diverges into two
it's your choice alone
while you walk solo
the road gets narrow
as you shall follow
one way
seemingly better
shall you step in
you shall have to face
the other way
may seem dull
shall you step in
may become your best step
for when it comes to life
count on heart
and not brain
live endless
for every moment is a gift
the road you follow
shall decide your end
destiny paves,
for those who believe in themselves.
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I would like to translate this poem
keep the magic band with a pen to time is the wheel of it it rolls over a journey of dreams of hope of moments and magic