The dreamcatcher returns to lay his latest test,
for the padawaan to realize that he is blessed.
Forces unseen but as real as night and day,
pull and tug as Karma watches this little play.
Good and Evil Light and Dark sweet dream or beautiful nightmare,
to speak the truth so boldly as if the hearermight care.
'Holla Backs' on the sidelines cheering for a quick end to the padawaans pursuit,
of such a succulent cherry, such a deelicious fruit.
Reaching out to almost touch but not quite grasping on
so the slip is made...or did you trully want him gone?
Maybe, really one can be just that ignorant and dumb
hearts tell no lies but the mind hides from who is the one.
Words written in my style but most are not of my mind
just a view into a chasm filled again by the Dark Side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem