When doubt encroaches on my heart
And summons failures from the past
I’m whisked into a world apart
This little land of polished glass.
And now the world is transparent
I see silhouettes sailing by
And people free from arrogance-
No bitter words to criticize.
And clear white castles in the clouds
Which keep my dreams and fantasies
Have gates ajar like outstretched arms
I fly to them with wide-spanned wings
Yet before I step inside
The real world rears it’s ugly face
Oh how these glass-made fantasies
Are so simple to break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem