I've always wanted more than I needed
And I've never wanted enough...
What is it, I'm always missing
And neither can I get rid of! ...
When I tell my tale, they shut me down
'Cause the mature hearts don't speak at all'
Could you grab me a spare room, and the mirror from rear room
I just need to talk to myself, is all! ...
I've myself to be with, and a carpet to flee with
I wanna fly someplace, you're not fond of
And watch the daffodils dance, at the moon's first glance
Right after the sun goes off...
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I would like to translate this poem
A delightful piece of poetry. Nice easy flow n rhythm. Well articulated thoughts.