Admiration of love is better than love
Consideration of the known is better for now
Because things tend to bend the other side and you never know
To rouse the wringing of dreamt dreams is to ride the severe row
The dreams may only be dreams not bound to be pragmatic
One may scream to wane, the sound isn't dogmatic
Variations come and go missing, leaving the fantasist in desolation
And then he'll have to go running the leading path in isolation
Obsession of the unfeasible is precarious for one may become mad
Sensation of the realizable madness isn't going to be sad
All the beauty of life's lost in fleeting fanatical dreams
So the fantasist screams
For unworthy persistent dreams
One dreams the dreams he'll never get
Soon he'll scream in agony which he'll never forget
He may see the wickedness of immortality
The way is wretchedness beyond immorality
Dreams fall and shatter almost knocking one out
Seams of hell clatter on fate without shock or doubt
For those are but worthless fanatical dreams dreamt
Who's the meaningless fantasist who needs to be cleaned?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The thought ive been trying to express. You did it better. We dream of things that are hard to achieve in life and yet we wish for them, run after them, and later if we do catch them and feel them, we feel satisfied yet wholly unsatisfied. Theres more sorrow in those dreams than the bliss we wish for. The greatest fear is of having an illusion turn into a reality, a dream turn true and the pain of it is to realize that that dream wont give us what we wished for.. Not analyzing your work.. Just adding my perspective. Not sure if its what you were expressing..