Thought escaping from a mind enclosed
Asking questions
Will I grow old?
If time passes me by
Will I still keep my thoughts on the inside?
As the stares gaze down upon my hopeless shroud
I try to keep them in but the thoughts are too loud.
At the sunset I stare
Never dreaming of beauty so fair
How could my thoughts ever compare?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem