Today it’s raining, but not outside,
It’s raining inside my head.
Oh, the waters fine!
The dark clouds and earth collide,
But I don’t feel any dread,
All the control mine.
I can stop the rain at any time,
Or color the water yellow
Or green or red or not.
I can choose a wintry clime
With gently falling snow
With a single thought.
I can paint a flock of fish
Flying off into the night,
If ever I desire.
Or if daisies are my wish,
If that’s what feels alright,
They’ll garnish my empire.
This world is my creation,
My model, my own make,
My mountain, my seabed.
This is my imagination,
And no one could ever take
This world inside my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem