I fly,
Let me fly
More and more.
Flying is life.
Life is in me,
I am alive,
I tell all.
But nobody is
Here besides myself.
I read,
I read myself,
I read more and more,
But I find nothing
In reading.
I write,
I write in my own words
My story.
I am the lone reader here.
No one is here
To comment.
The time is
Only here to smile
At me.
I say
I am not mine,
I find no place
For you, my dear time.
Let me stay alone,
But time is here
Always with me.
I fly and fly
With me
And I see
Time follows me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem