Lost in a moment of translation,
I built a tower just for relation.
Up so high in the sky, I couldn’t see,
But the moment was bliss and harmony, much like life’s essence itself.
I run around, still filled with angst,
Exercising my rights, doubling down my planks.
It’s times like this that I cherish the beauty of life.
So furiously, I drive on with strife.
Why am I mad? Why can I not see the light?
I may have been a soldier, but never did I fight.
In the morning I’m confused, days still grow long.
My mind grows weary of the same old song of life.
Lost in translation, searching for things to renew
My kindred spirit, emboldened yet still blue.
For every moment once led to love,
Now, I dream of days when I could glimpse doves and enjoy life anew.
Nothing compares to moments like this,
So even though I’m angry, I walk life in bliss.
And even if I can’t seem to learn,
My inner passion screams, wails, and burns.
So onward still I’ll march,
I won’t stop; dry heat can parch.
For everything I do in my life,
I dream they may someday lead to you.
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