I’m walking through this tunnel
Shivering with fear of lost
Could you be waiting at the end?
Or am I just beginning to fancying?
Looking at the answers I’ve got
Along the way my feet brought me
Wondering if someone will hear my scream
Just to make sure that my body’s still alive
And I can’t find it
The answer I need
Only lies or truths
Our beautiful fruits
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem