We are what we are…
We control what we can…
We love what we may…
And we plan what we plan.
Sometimes we change…
We control nothing at all…
Our love turns lackluster…
And all our plans fall.
But we figure it out…
Let it work into place…
Rediscover our passion…
And accept what we face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem