Once you reach a dead end wall
Do you turn, or you just stall
Maybe Climbing up to see
What is there, beyond one way street
One might see some better lands
Greener pastures, treasure islands
Where enchanted forests abound
Or tall mountains where Echo's resound
There has to be a better world
Out of these walled up wonders
So I am all set to be free
From comforts of confinement
To worlds full of mysteries
For I am one gypsy soul
Cannot keep me in one hole
Spirits from the far of lands
Call my name, calm my sense
Somewhere else I have to be
Just before the leaves turn green
Just before the puddles form
Or the Sun takes a tad bit long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem