Life goes nowhere either by course or rhythm
Randoms its adventure by no reason.
Poorly and pathetically it carries
Horribly to its tone it remains and marries
So what choices do i really control?
Where can i go?
When my path is so violently resistant.
When the future shines so passionately in the distance.
Where can i go?
Life holds me to fear and heartache
But i will keep going after i break.
I will walk the miles after my destruction.
Be delivered free of my corruption.
And at last be seen and held in my salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem