Sometimes I feel.
My life is a dream.
Neatly concealed.
In folds of reality.
When I wake UP
Will I CHOKE! ?
Will I sit back
and watch
everything I love
go UP, in SMOKE! ?
Or will I, wake these dreams?
Chase these things
Place em in safe space
Where I can see em everyday
Entangled in my heartstrings
Let me bleed these please
Til they run trough my veins
It's a new day.
A new life is coming. It's already arranged.
A not so subtle reminder, to embrace the change.
When we dig real deep into matters of the heart,
There's a real big difference between knowing where to go,
And knowing where to start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem