I wake from my sleep to the usual reality,
Leaving behind the Intriguing fantasy.
But what if I am now asleep in my bed?
under the covers and resting my head?
with me these questions keep.
Perhaps things are not what they seem...
Did I just awaken from reality?
Or am I still asleep,
and now in a waking dream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem