Lo! I gaze into space full of nothing
But the weird delusions of my fantasy
And trying to lay hold of something,
Become like the one fighting for a trap of the wind
Only to behold me in the chase
Of the shadows of my own illusion
And holding grip of nothing,
Wonder what it be that captures my fancy
Then I woke up in full realization of the fact
That lost in pure imagination
All my fantasies were drawn to
Nothing but the shadows of nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem