Sometimes I wonder
If the world is real.
If the trees and the children
Around me don't feel.
If all of my life
Was planned around me,
Built specifically to astound me.
I honestly wouldn't be surprised
if a little blue man
In a little blue suit
Popped out of no-where
And bursted my precious bubble.
No wonder.
A bubble with walls so thin
Can plaster my face
With a surreal grin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem