I close my eyes,
there is nowhere to go,
nowhere to be..
but beside me in my dreams.
Focusing on my faults and errors..
wishing for what i could have had,
a preferred state to explore.
Just a tourist with a mask, to shade his real.
I can't feel..
but reveal,
the inner most desires-
before they expire,
in my circle of fire.
My eyes reopen..
with nowhere to go
and nowhere to be.
Opened, though i cannot see.
It pays more to be grateful for what you have already, don't waste time on what you desire. Just go and get it, enjoy each moment as they come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice piece short but vivid idea nice luwi