She is on the other side of the world
Because she cant find peace and joy here
She wants to be in total control of her life
She is as bright and pretty
As the depths of her predicament
To her; rules don’t make the laws
She is forever above the ground
Hoping to reach or at least touch the color of the sky
Fame is nothing but one of her devoted disciples
She walks lost on this earth like mankind’s search for truth and purpose
Every single day is a means to an end
Thoughts of a (tomorrow) die silently
As (today) leaves no heavenly showers and hopes
For her dreams are just mere dreams
Dreamt in the comfort of her miseries
She is purely taken by the faint cheers and support she
Gets from pale crowds that drown to be around her crown
She is the people first choice
She is a thousand thoughts of finery
More like a lamp shedding light to places and faces that never had light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem