someday when i'm older,
i will know how to write,
to draw pictures with my words
of days that were once bright.
someday when i am older,
i will give up my views,
learn to sit on the couch,
and accept the evening news.
someday when i am older,
i will no longer see,
what ifs, unknown futures,
and our possibilities.
someday when i am older,
i will learn how to fly,
to let go of these matters
and to peacefully die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel the bitter emotion. And a longing for change. Maybe an escape from something in the present. Your poetry is very honest. -war