Thoughtless, thoughtful, drifting flighty images…get a grip.
Concentrate!
Wrong subject. What are you concentrating on? Where is your head? Is it where your head is supposed to be, or is it where your heart is leading you? Can't they both be in the same place?
Oh, no, not today.
Change the focus. But I don't want to change the focus!
Not knowing is the worst and the sweetest kind of hell.
Dreams and daydreams. Will they match reality? Or is your imagination in free flight, unleashed from sensibility?
Please, make it stop, let normality back in.
But no, don't ever make it stop. Stressful, but so much better than normality.
But please, let it be soon.
(March 27 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem