close your eyes and enter
a land of unknowns,
where, will and conscoius thought abandoned,
imagination takes control,
where stories write themselves
without much of our doing,
and unexpected twists and turns
are around each corner brewing,
oh, but if life were as simple as this,
and we were but spectators at a play,
and there's not need to make decisions,
for each scene's already staged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem