My head gets in the way...
Long for freedom and laughing in the rain
What do i say to the hobgoblins in my brain?
How do I release the inner child?
I once dreamed of growing up and making my own rules
How naive I was - but I did enjoy basking in the rays
Of what may be and how i'd be free free free
Life is always possibility
Death is only a chance for a new life, even if.....
God is a lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem: -) Thank you for sharing!