I have forgotten how to dream; 
Past fantasies become fact and 
I walk a lonesome soul amongst them.
Liberation becomes harder to recall; 
I fear it pairs with the naivety 
encompassing this stark world.
I hope that one day
alike a dream, 
I shall wake up.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Such a nice poem, Jodie B. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.