i'm tired
i'm sleepy
my eyelids droop as I stare at your screen
my friend, my love, my audience of many
but i cannot go to sleep
i cannot acquisce into the dreams
the dreams that carry me too far away
from reality..
for it is the dreams that
give me reason.. the hope.. the fantasy..
none of the
pragmatism.. the practicality that
life has become
to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the formula of survival...conditioned with the past...conforming...all of these that distort our perception of the present... dreaming can be an escape.