Living in a fantasy world, making it up as I go along,
unafraid of anything standing in the way.
Softly whispering in a little girl voice, wondering
what has happened in life, why am I not enjoying it?
Folding and unfolding effects of yesterday, undecided
yet on what to do, having learned to give in or up
when the questions were too tough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem