My mind; is not confined
To space and time
It sometimes flies away
Far from this time and place
Somewhere to hide
Scared of another sunrise
Madness is my guise
Through that prism, I reside
In a place its always midnight
Where doors remain closed
If I will them
They keep locked away
Things I'm inclined to hate
I never forget; this endearment
My soul now concerns
Beckons me from the cave
Reintroduced to the world
And my thoughts
They now cease to swirl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surreal and simpatico...and i'm likin' it fine...~FjR~