yes, i am a dreamer
i dream of building my own castles
letting my heart out
feeling the wind rush through my face
yes, i have a thought
a thought of letting myself go
a thought of running into the wild and never just stopping
to sit with your feet dipped in cold water
what is it that i cannot achieve
what is it that stops me from being me
it is the solitude in which i dwell
it is me who stops me
it is my fear of losing
my boundaries which i cannot escape
but above all is my passion to chase
to chase the right thing till the end of time
to be absurd and clear at the same time
to be who i want to be
to be defined
to be cherished
to be loved
survive through it
come out like a diamond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem