Hard to reach what I want
When I daze day in day out
Hard to place focus
When I do not want to try
Hard to be ambitious
When I’ve dug a hole for three years
Sheltering me
Preventing me
Imprisoning me
Hard to obtain a grasp of reality
When I’ve avoided for so long
Hard to know what I want
When I’ve found peace
But peace is not living for me
What I want is little drops of chaos
To lift me from this three-year hole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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