Strolling and holding on
Strolling and holding on up to the end of his dream,
Tirelessly keep going, despite the failure.
Never giving up like all the little guys,
After madness, enjoy the rest.
At this moment, it is true I am out of breathe,
And for once, doubt is first.
All my arts can fight, fear, depression,
Tiredness has its heart set on me.
Getting out of my head all the torments, the troubles,
Giving the best of yourself and despite everything
Considering sun is coming back everywhere
Pleasure of the days and wonder of the nights.
Poem written by Michel Hilger