Belonging is a state of mind, caught in the labyrinth of
timelessness.
Hurrying to enjoy a place of our own, finding all too soon
that there aren't any vacancies.
Futilely grasping at straws, having them disappear as we
watch in disbelief.
Falling to the ground, hopelessness lying upon us, pressing
us into nothingness as we spread our angel wings and die.
Never having belonged on earth in reality, it was always a
state of mind somewhere else in unknown dimensional
localities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem