There are the shiny bright lights
that show me the way to the future
but in these millions of shimmering lights
I can't see the beacon to find my way through life…..
And the shining bright lights
Leave nothing in beautiful mysterious darkness
No alley hidden
No corner unexplored
Nothing left to find
Nothing left to see
Except the lights…….
And now that I am not in the dark
I can see the stars
I can think of anything, feel anything, know anything
there is nothing to find except me and future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem