Every man makes his own path to follow,
Some make wide trails and others narrow
Based pon what they wish to leave behind-
Narrow roads die soon, wide ones others find,
But whatever path one chooses to take,
Including all those they opt to forsake
Leads them into the beating of their heart-
Wings pulled from ends but ne'er to tear apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem