How would you feel
If you, heard me say,
I needed to escape
But to where, who can say?
Sometimes the urge
Inside me’s so strong,
To just up and leave
And be, long gone.
Just to keep walking
With no place to go,
Has to be better
Than the place I now know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I feel life's pressure on me I jump on my bike to really be free No worries or cares just the wind blowing through my hair On a road that never ends just me and my friend. Nice poem Ony, my escape is my bike, now I have room for one more, hint-hint.