Things do connect just like that though;
All gets blurred when I set out;
Once again they let me in;
Once again they show me all;
And I go with All or Alone;
All around my steps do count;
I Alone smile to whole;
I Alone wait for all;
And to guide them through;
That's my role.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is plenty of more to see and enjoy. Fantasy is reality.