There's one way, there's the other,
There's to do, there's to not bother,
There's to fall, there's to fly,
There's to know the answer, there's to question why.
There's left, there's right,
There's loose, there's tight,
There's tall, there's short,
There's birth, there's abort.
There's white, there's black,
There's peace, there's attack,
There's love, there's hate,
There's to destroy, there's to create.
There are so many different parts,
So many different visions and views,
But it all at the same end starts,
At a beginning, where there's nothing to lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem