To write a poem, to write a piece of art,
It’s never something you learn, it’s born in your heart.
You can walk a thousand miles in my shoes,
See what I see,
You may hear what I hear.
The journey though, won’t be the same.
The life in my head, the sight infront of my eyes,
Never the same, ask whomever you may.
Walking in my shoes, won’t enable you to feel what I feel,
Don’t walk my miles, for it is not possible, won’t be real.
– “Rocky Road”.
From: here. Thank you.