Shackles on a hope,
That eloped.
Have been broken.
People now know they don't have to cope,
And mope.
While keeper of the keys of dreams,
They wish.
Aren't needed for a keeper,
To release them.
All that groaning going on is archived.
Packed away in crates in a cellar.
Unlocking minds today begin to realize,
They alone strapped into buckles.
Then approved a ride through lies.
With closed,
Blind eyes.
Shackles on a hope that eloped,
Have been broken.
People now know they don't have to cope,
Just to mope.
While keeper of the keys of the dreams they wish,
Aren't needed for a keeper to release them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem