Even with your eyes wide open.
You want be able to see the beach for the sand.
Even in the mist of darkness.
You can see the flickering flame of hope.
Somewhere between reality and fantasy.
One often become.
Lost in nothing.
A world within a world.
Where time often stand still.
Deep inside the mind there is a park.
In the middle of that park is a playground
Where it the mind can run free at will.
And become lost in Nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem