We struggle heard
But missed most of the time
We fumble with eyes closed
And confused what is what
The trees, the birds
Search not, go not far
But get all neded with less effort
For them that is that what is given
Our walls are broken
To infinity our expansion
But we stick to a centre
And within a circle
We search for freedom
So we miss it
That is hidden within us
Go whereever you like
Fly high and dive deep
For the adventure
Of your imaginary child
But you will miss not
Only when you surrender.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem