How close is too close?
What's this unsettling force?
Although surrounded, I feel so alone,
As though I must sit on a different throne.
Everyone's loud while I sit still,
Yet my heart burns with the zeal to fulfill.
There's laughter and chatter all around,
Yet the company I crave is nowhere found.
There goes my heart to its dream place,
Not a single doubt left to trace.
Like a diamond, I have to shine;
For the polishing, I trust time.
My destination lies within sight,
And I'm preparing for my flight.
Just trust me—I'll be fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem