Wandering aimlessly into journeys of life, loving the
freedom it gives to be free of love and it's misery.
No longer being held back by a make-believe love, just
enjoying this life fully, doing whatever I please, not
ever wanting to be close to another.
Not wanting to be a slave to anyone else's pretend love,
stepping out in this lively atmosphere free as a bird,
loneliness and sorrow disappearing into the midnight air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem