Dreaming is my way to hope, my escape,
It reflects my thoughts, but in a different shape,
They tell me it’s not healthy, not mature,
But I see differently, that’s for sure,
The difference, why It’s fine with me?
It’s that there’s one thing that I can clearly see,
And when they tell me to return, out of my head,
There is something that desperately needs to be said,
And if necessary, I’d gladly shout it out loud,
You most certainly may dream, but live it out!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem