Dreams fulfilling empty spaces with hopeful ideas, not knowing that it can never be any good in the long run.
Running alongside stair wells, never being able to climb them, holding onto a banister as it disappears from your grasp, because it was never really there for you to hold onto.
Sliding forward, trying to invent novel ways of thinking in other dimensional attitudes.
Circling atmosphere's with empty promises never given any thought to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem