Dappled nights do drag on
a mind not ready for dawn.
Too drowsy a morn
to watch the sun be reborn.
Shuffle through the motions,
Repetitive like the ocean.
Wave after wave of daydreams.
Asleep yet awakeness it seems
An array of daymares; life is.
The reality of this existence of his.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem that describes true unhappiness... the misery of having your nightmares be in everyday; in your 'daymares'.