It travels down my cheek,
I can't hold it any longer.
Wall to wall I look around to find what I seek,
No matter where, what I need doesn't exist.
All alone not knowing who to turn to,
Without hesitating you look to see if in the end,
It's all worth wanting what's not in your reach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem