it seems it seems
that i am wandering through my dreams
i run and run from what i fear
but somehow it is getting very near
i can see now where leads my fate
that if i wish for happiness i must embrace what i hate
if i love must i be nailed down?
for freedom must happiness i shun?
numbers, words and logicks twirl in my head
and my mind is left confused instead
all my words land in the wind as just chatter
my poems are bullets in a war that doesent matter
reality and bedtime dreams are jumbled and confused
and every day and every new idea smells like its being reused
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem