People looking everywhere, trying to fit in somewhere in this
temporary life, changing and rearranging what we've held in-
side through the years.
Realizing, but not until the end of our life that we've always
fit in right where we've been all the time, nothing can beat
our lives that have been lived accordingly.
Chords, notes and beats of rhythms flow through music all the
while soothing our spirits and souls from the very first moment
of our beginnings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem