Holding in my hands my dreams made of a crystal
Foolishly I made another blunder,
Set out there to make it come true
Little I knew that birds with no wings never flew.
And I fell hard thrashing on the ground
Crushed beneath me my dreams scattered around,
I fear the fall and not the height
Dream I will again knowing I will hurt again tonight.
I stumble and fall again on my face
Shoving off the dust I continue this unending chase.
Forcing myself to climb up high
Only to realize someone will again push me by.
The dreams died and nothing remains no more,
They do not stand a chance when I wake up and I am ready to go
I saw the light but with the clouds gathered around
I blink and now shadow is only to what I am bound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem