I want to live it up,
but I can never live it down.
I wanted to touch the sky,
but I'm stuck here on the ground.
Looking for something good,
getting dizzy looking around.
I stop to breathe the air
I feel I'm going to drowned.
Can't put my finger on it because I don't know what it is.
I see something I want and it's already his.
Apathy is growing and I'm running out of time.
Knowing all that you possess will never be called mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem