To live my destiny that it’s written on the valley of future.

This hill was made by the hand of my creator

But under of it, it was made by me and it is called What I Lived

Yesterday, I had a journey in the land What I Lived

I saw that there was not sunrise for hope,

I saw that there was not moonlight for dream,

It was like that I never lived.

The roads in this land was not too much clear

It was very hard to see if there was something out there.

This cursed place was too dark to walk

So, it was better to go on and just talk.

When I was walking, I saw some flowers on the ground

I thought that there’s something good in this land.

But when I got on my knee in front the flowers,

I smelled the hate of separated lovers.

Day after day, the land Not Lived is decreasing

And the land What I Lived is increasing

I know that this poem is not anymore in the land Not Lived

But, I hope it will open a hole for sun light in the land What I Lived