Daydreamer’s mockery:
I soar in contentment
hovering gracefully
an illusion in my head
Throws me into irony
I’m elusive readily
I stand tall
my head is strongly shut
To those vile stabbers
Those that think small
They Take my heart and shred it into pieces
That, heart that does not hurt, and its beat is already in creases
Me being uneasy it’s not my fault
I’m rising in scars and I’m put into a halt
I may be a daydreamer I know
But for how long are you going to
Throw me off and let me go?
Bridges, tunnels, gateways, in my head
All these entrances yet I’m shut down instead
I’m not conscious
I’m lying down alone
Treading on flowers and all broken bones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem