If my fate twitches slightly
And a new vista stares at me,
I will be born again
Turn all my street life
Into a straight one.
Cross the Ts and dot the Is of my past
And change every thing with
What I now know.
Then substitute prayer
For thanksgiving
And reap the premium of repentance.
I will get into the thick rainforest
Of my biome
My clean eye spotting
A life saving shrub which leaves
I will devour to negate the universal doom
For now my heart is pure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem