A man looks over the horizon to a new globe
He wonders should I get there fast or should I tip toe
He takes a step and goes for that leap
He stops and ponders the risk, will it reward, should I even make a peep
He approaches a confliction, a fork in the road
He doesn’t know whether to battle with the day, or leave quietly with the night
He is confident and headstrong, reluctant to stay in the shade
He ventures on and sees emptiness behind, a past that is gone and only progress to be made
He does not bother with great wealth or glory, but that change was made; that build a grand story
He is the voice, the strength, and pure soul within us all
He is neither short nor very tall
He is an extraordinary man, one that reminds us between wrong and right
He keeps us sane and makes us always see the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem