Dreams postponed and
hurried day-chase for
the ultimate panting end.
Hallucinating achievements
with 'half-empty glass' nonsense.
You need to have all this
otherwise you'll become
your own enemy.So keep pace
with the crowded street-smarts.
At the end of the day
you're dead tired and
began dreaming of next
Daybreak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem