pondering, one lonely night
thoughts racing through my head
I am so tired but awake
while laying in my bed
anxiety of what to do
what is false, what is true
I don't know
do you?
It doesn't matter
what is right
As long as there is a light
at the end
And I acquire
my eternal friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have gotten about seven hours of broken sleep in the last 150 hours. I too spend those sleepless hours in introspection