Dreaming up a life you never lived.
What it would feel like.
What would you see.
Senses flowing through your body like a finely tuned instrument.
Words that build up to these driving emotions.
A roller coaster that has no destination or limitation.
A child's role to play.
An act of pure creativity and imagination.
This is indeed the ultimate creation of which dreams are made of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem