"Living above the clouds, "
In fancy sweet dreams
Sown together by imagination,
No open seams,
Constructing a perfect world,
Where all get along,
Where beauty and love reign
From an imaginary throne,
Certainly a poet's dream
But reality never follows,
Their idealistic stream,
So, therefore, regretting
To say the truth,
I end my silly song,
Hoping, I am wrong.
Like Jordan Peterson, personal imagination/psychotic narcissism is stitched shut from reality, safe from any intrusion of sanity in the elysium inhabited by social scientists with unquantifiable rage.
Fancy sweet dreams have motivated mind to sing an amazing sing above the clouds. An interesting poem is beautifully penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent lovely poem, dear Sandra..............................