I can just hide forever,
behind the flashing screen,
or between the guarded words;
the truth I cover from all, even from me.
I once did believe in honest talks,
of loyalties and goody hearts.
But am scared to admit now nor confess;
I'm losing the plot here, no one's to blame.
The hole deepens within my soul,
I try to keep it wrapped, my crazy heart.
This is where I should've died,
I won't gain much, I won't lose either.
One slip and it'd be gone forever,
you, me and the golden sky.
The dreams of home on the golden shores;
the life and the blissful nights.
I run in circles around you,
pointing there, here, and the years to come.
No role for me in the dreams I weave,
other than being a recluse, far from love.
This is my life, I run from you,
just so that I could be near to you.
The truth will never be out to see;
I was more than what I put on show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem