I once found myself sitting alongside the shore, questioning my existence.
How can I succeed in life? What will become of me? How can I get assistance?
Some can spend an entire lifetime trying to figure this out, but why?
The time that it takes to try to figure it out is just time going by.
I only spent an hour or two and came to one conclusion:
Time and space to me is only a mere illusion.
Possibilities are endless, one must only take hold of this, so called, time
Shake it to it's senses, look at it in the eye, and state that you'll be fine.
Life is yours, so live it while you have the ability,
For nowadays so many are filled with such hostility.
Roaming the world with a troubled mind?
Hoping every question's answer you'll find?
Look no further, for it lives within,
And if you can't find it, look again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem packed with many good points gained through thought and experience. Thanks for sharing, Jade