Walking through my mind,
trying to avoid the traffic of life,
the rhythm of the red hand ticking,
Telling me it's almost time for the shadows to come,
and the light to leave,
looking through the cold window pane in fear,
because i don't want to leave this place,
there aren't cameras in disguise to catch my wrongs,
instead, the colorful pinwheels will hypnotize me,
and make me feel safe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem