Wanna run away,
To some far land
Where my own thoughts goes unheard
And only the serenity prevails...
Wanna keep staring
To the point
As long as I can
Until everything else around fades
Into that point...
Wanna scream so hard
That even the echoes get lost
When the fog gets cleared
And only the lucid reality prevails...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem