If I could, would I?
What if it's not, but it is?
And what if... after all this.
I went, and I came
it all returned the same,
fact is, nothing's changed.
I desire for such,
Can it really be true,
or do I run away?
The pressure is immense,
how will I hold?
Damn these constraints.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem