Forging into dreams of tomorrow, hoping the beauty of them,
will somehow come into my life, bringing joy and happiness
in abundance.
Living and existing in this world through all it's turmoil
and insinuations, folding within renditions of another time.
Always being bound by tradition and an incessant portrayal
of something better than what has always been.
Knowing there is nothing more to want or say, leaving life
alone at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem