How to choose who to be
There are many choices now
It’s your decision
Play a guitar, be a move star?
It’s your choice.
You have been the kind of person
That hides the face
It’s like a curse
So a fried to tell the world
What you got to say
Fear gets in the way
You only get one life to work it
So who cares if it’s not perfect?
To me it’s more than perfect
Why should you hide from the thunder?
And the lighting you under.
You have to scream until there’s nothing left
With your last breath
Though it’s full of girth
Make them listen
Though the host is closing the curtains
There are no way they going to ignore
Even if they didn’t know
Not anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem