It is striking twelve
I'm still awake,
Reading,poems ,so sweet
I am lost
My emotion have carried me
I am in the forest
Fighting with the lions
The giraffes are playing
The elephants are friendly
I am lost
I am dancing with the spirits
They make me forget myself
The move so nice
The hymns are so good
The keyboard strokes are wonderful
I am lost
I am climbing mountains
I am skating on ice
I am doing everything when I read your poems
Each peace move my emotion
Each has a good place in me
The only problem
I'm forgoing sleep to read
I am lost
Lost and lost for real.