In my mind i try to hide from another cold winter rainy day. <br />i wonder where are the trees, the rivers, the hills, <br />the fields where free man run. <br />i only see what’s not there, <br />i only want to be where im not and whith who im not. <br />i dont think about the truth, i think about riddles. <br />im a misfit, forever displeased with who i am, <br />doomed to live inside my dreams, <br />doomed to be alone and desperate.<br /><br />André Lopes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inside-my-dreams/
