In the room read
All alone;
Books and poems
Becoming Home -
Beyond the door
Resides things tearing away pieces of me,
Only unattainable dreams
Of where I might be.
If a way out there
I myself am unable to find,
I shall freely travel with great joy
Along beautiful backroads and timeless trails
Of my own unchangeable mind.
I am sorry I have not been around lately this new system they installed really had me ticked off. However I guess they fixed the problem, anyway Smokey this is a great poem, the greatest escapism in the world is to read a book. I gave it a ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really really love the first part; it says so many things that I have found difficult to put into words, but you certainly had no such trouble! :)