All my dreams might not come true,
But I believe I will see some through.
Despite a cloud that hangs on me like glue,
I hope to see the sky blue.
I have always dreamt to wake up,
Not from a slumber nor a nap.
But from the muting things, they don't let me close to the tap.
Patiently I hold on to my cup.
I pray the heavens give me a map,
Because my dream is to wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sure, you will wake you up. Nice piece of art.