I'll get on the other side,
Yeah, I will.
I'm so determined to glide,
Though it's too steep, this hill.
I wasn't meant to be tough,
But the heat built instead.
It wasn't meant to be this rough,
Yet with every breath, hope feels dead.
The walls might fall sometimes—
Or are they already?
I've held on with all of my strings,
But my fabric frays unsteady.
I penned laments in past ages,
Before I clung to ecstasy.
Thoughts of the other side
Churned my fantasies—
Am I drifting back already?
I'll get on the other side,
Yeah, I will.
Hopefully not solo on this ride—
That's the drill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem