Always taking steps in so-called right directions,
striving to live and become the stranger I am not.
Rearranging self to fit patterns of society's way
of thinking, yet not being able to follow through
because it isn't who I am.
Traversing lonely pathways off the beaten roads,
to find ways of my own making, creating the life
I hold within.
Never following rules, singly choosing to find my
own rights, allowing nothing to stand in the way
of writing when and where I choose.
If others do not like it, they don't have to be
around me.
Forgiving those who cannot be friends, because
of this insatiable desire to write, I continue
life alone, along the highway to it's end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem