Wanderlust, let's be honest, is the dream.
And as a child, my adventure was my dream.
Now, I dream.
Dreaming of being a pirate, a poet, a writer of adventure, I dream.
Eternity for mandala me this or sketcher me I dream.
Reality is but a mirror of somewhere else; It would seem like a dream.
Lusting for an adventure or a dream.
Uniquely at the end of this dream.
Silly boy, life is all but a dream.
Time is but a moment in a dream.
Dream on of wandering strange dreams.
Reality is a strange dream.
Eternity stuck in a dream?
Almighty, forgive me for what I dream.
Memories of a better dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem