I find myself living in my daydreams.
The reality clock Is moving slow and I stand like a doll on a shelf.
Nothing is happening, I'm just waiting.
But why? I just don't know.
It's so blurred, It's so empty.
I still can't see the light.
But I'm still smiling, I still believe.
There is out there too a place for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotional and nicely penned poem, Hodaya. Thanks