The world is wonderful within my mind.
I go from time to time.
The stays are becoming longer and longer.
I don't know if I'm becoming weak or stronger.
I want to stay but im always pulled away.
As much as I look I see nothing wrong.
Have I reached clarity or is my mind gone?
If I don't hurry and discover what I must find
I'll never escape my wonderful mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem