I read this poem somewhere but there was no source given or
the poet's name. It might just be a part of a poem or even have been
modified from the original.
Can anyone help identify this poem?
When the wind dies away in distant lands
When nothing moves anymore in the field
When even time stands still
I stay awake alone with my dreams
With trembling legs and dirt in my hands
With throbbing heart and restless mind
Embracing the moment I fear and rejoice
I turn to the place where I belong
I want to win, I want to win
I do not hear, I do not feel
In that silence both within and without
I realize… I was always home