I can look down
and see what you see
for the ground unchanged
through different eyes
but if the appearances never change
then why are we not the same
Is it the way in which we walk
or is it the manor of which we talk
how and who we pray to
or the ones that cant choose
the lives lived by meaningless clues
who's to say, in fact we can all lose
what about the possibility of simplicity
just an easier way to sort things through
drastic yet certain
some choices can be measured in size
some can be measured in time
just as a life dictated by a crime
all choices come with a outcome
lets put life at the bottom of a ravine
with us all in line
lets see who can jump
if analization is overrated
and the weak minded never hated
then we will all jump
and only those who believe will survive
the rest to be left starring at the ground
waiting for that change to come around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem