Searching a day
Finding a night
Willing to fly
Rocks in my way
Wanting to love
Only hate in my head.
I can hear my mind asking:
Am I real, or am I fiction?
Oh, birds in the sky!
Do let me fly
Towards infinity!
Open your eyes,
my mind says to me,
Taste the darkness,
Feel the nothingness,
Smell the harmless sin.
Never felt that way.
Never felt, I guess…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem