There is still so much in this precious time
Those give illusions to our existence
Gratifies to be made into their set trance
Breaking down the dreams to making real prime
Going to the set off with even more to show
Anything that's in its own giving away
Just what it really means in the same array
Intrigue that never came to give of its go
Showing off to any further extent
Times are energetic digging out
Opportunities better ways to bent
Level-headedness of measures about
Another dreamt day is in the danger zone
If there's no fancy there in its backbone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem