Everything around me gets loud,
But at the very same time - it feels like I'm floating on a cloud,
Snapping back into harsh reality,
One minute from floating on a cloud - then the next being locked up with a thrown away key,
Why can't everything be simple and tidy?
While the lack for freedom is so tiny,
Maybe freedom isn't what I'm looking for,
Just only a possibly open door,
A door for answers,
While each step you take is alight from glowing lanterns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice poem, Sarah Lynn. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks