Im tourmented by my own mind
My heart leads me like a stick leads the blind
If only I could escape
What keeps me awake
What a beautiful life
We would make.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things that keep us awake are difficult to escape, yet life adapts to the changes that come, and at the end of the day, life is indeed beautiful! A nice poem.