What was I thinking?
Time is a ticking.
I need to get back over there fast.
He's living in the past.
I'm worried what my future will hold.
Because right now I'm feeling pretty cold.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
The ghost of my future just said boo.
My dream is to be a famous writer.
But I don't know how to get any higher.
I'm stuck in the same spot.
I feel like a little dot.
How can I rise up as a poet?
I guess I just need to go out and do it.
If anyone has the key,
Please come and help me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written.Wish you be a great writer.