Is it possible to be alive yet dead?
The weight of the world on your head,
Everything has turned to black and white,
And all that’s left is the flying kite.
Is it possible for the sun to shine at night?
Having visions of its bright light.
To dream of the vivid countryside,
Which the world is trying to hide.
Is it possible to bring joy but be filled with hate?
Having the power to do it but still making others wait.
The greediness has hit you like a dart
And left a piercing hole in your heart.
Is it possible to live in the shadows of light?
Not reaching your dreams try as you might.
Being trapped in the dungeons of your soul,
Depending on others to reach your goals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem