I’m today,
Following my dreams
I’m today,
Standing up to them
I’m today,
Trying my best
My dreams are rare
Never know, are they just dreams?
They all are now killing me
I cant sleep with this
I cant breath with this
Just hope for a better start
Or my life wont mean anything at all
Its hard to word it
I dream with my best and I know they’ll be back someday
I’m today,
following my dreams
I’m today,
Standing up to them
I’m today being my best
And I'm someday nodding up the way of the words of some era,
I left behind deep down in the oceans of my heart,
And now, I'm following my dreams
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I would like to translate this poem
Not only do you just follow your dreams you actively stand up to them and they are killing you. As I read this poem I feel that you are really wrestling with your dreams and that you have this will and capacity not just to shape your poems, but much deeper than this, to shape your dreams. Extraordinary.10/10.