I've set 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'
On auto-play for one thousand times
As my last badly planned escape.
And while I sit earth-bound in this place
And hope seems a small varicolored streak
Visible only in another's distant sky.
I will listen to the endless yearning of that song
And when the last repetition plays itself out
Then trust I will know what to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem