I am free
I have all the time I want to write
But I do not know what to write
Or if I can really write anything-
It is a beautiful day outside
But when the heat of the afternoon comes
No one will want to be there-
I have the whole morning to dream
But I have no dreams
I am empty as music never played
And never listened to-
I try to think how to wake myself
I listen and watch beautiful songs and poems
But little inspires-
It will be a long day
And I doubt I will write anything in it-
Perhaps after a nap
I will feel otherwise
But now the only dream I have is
Sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem