I sit here through class
day dreaming of the perfect time,
where everything would be simple, once again.
A time where war didnt exist
and where I would get a second chance.
I long for the time where I can doze off in my head,
run away and be myself once again.
these day dreams give me a new found hope to carry on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem