All the people in the world crop everything
Into there own perfection
Making a simple circle seemed like a maze
All the dreams
All the passion
Are washing away
The dungeon doors are closing
But that one light in the world
Will shine a gold key
To open the door again
Which makes the Maze
Back into a circle
And all the people
Will start a chain reaction
To DO SOMETHING.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is good. Let us not sit back with our hands folded. We should get up and get loose and do things to benefit all.