there is something in there
that i really love.
i cannot even tell it here.
neither to myself.
it makes me alive and i feel
something within which is new.
the world becomes a circus.
or a universal studio. as though
i am in tokyo's disneyland.
i remember that yellow submarine.
and the roller coaster which i did
not really try riding because she
said i am too old for it.
there is something that makes me
alive but i am not grabbing it.
it is there, out of my reach, but
i could reach it if i really have to.
ah, never mind.
it is not for me.
it is for someone less.
er..someone else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem