To dream is not to think,
but thinking can also be to dream.
Wishing, wanting, waiting for it to be true
This is how one must live in this sphere of blue:
Reaching out only for it to pull away,
trying your best, only to fall short,
failing when the only option was to win,
losing to the best loser, only to find out you won.
Dreams that cannot come true, only for him,
Not you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem