In my nightmares I always have such a fright
I'm late for someplace that I can never find
I'm visited by beloved ghosts long dead and gone
Who are trying to lead me back to square one
I feel confused by weird blinding light
And ready for getting a load off my mind
Before something happens, I just cut and run
It looks like a mortal danger I have shun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem