I went down once to a river
I saw a willow tree oh so old
Burning wildly inside my mind
Seeking for old friends to be kind
The lizard king crawls inside my soul
It spoke of hope oh so bold
A cursing light that keeps you from leaving
Hope is the one thing I wish would leave me
Smoking my mind out of sights
And seeing so much more and so divine
Looking at life in sights never seen
Realizing life isn't as easy as it seems
When will hope leave my soul?
When will this curse let me go?
It keeps me alive when I want to leave
to experience the other side and see freely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting concept....i like the thought youve worked to biuld through this poem.