'I'd love to climb inside yout mind,
for just a while.', change said.
'For it seems to be, it seems to me.
a fumbled jumbled sort of head.'.
I said, 'Feel right at home, theres room to roam.'.
And then to change I said;
'Just don't touch the clutter on the floor,
and please don't make the bed! '.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem