The world is too loud for me
The quiet sleep never occurs in night
The refreshing dawn always confusing my mind
A sound that doesn't exist
A thought that doesn't have origin
Voices that become noise at the back of my head
I must take the control before I jump from my window
I must remember myself before I run to the forest
Screaming like a mad man
I should get them out from my jumbling memory
I must apply my rule before it turns tragedy
It is not my concern in the first place
It is not my business to get involved
The life is a torture to me
A consent without agreement
A fire without a cause
Does this inspiration come from mine?
Could this feeling be real to me?
The days become frightening
Because I don't know which one is true
Without even given a choice to reject
The story that is not for me to hear
The dream that is not my desire to lust
And I should keep replying in my mind over and over
Never get too close so I will not be lost
Never hope too high cause it never be right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem