Life is a journey 
And I'm a traveller 
MY JOURNEY is composed of two destinations 
All are like just a place to stay 
Can not call them homes 
All i am is a stranger for both
Getting sick of being here and there 
The time I spend in both is limited
How could it be? 
Will I ever settle down? 
Maybe, but after many years...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    