If the sky were not blue,
And the oceans were pink.
I suppose it could happen,
What do you think.
Things are not always,
What they appear to be.
Maybe I am you,
Or perhaps you are me.
Maybe I am not even a human,
Maybe I’m a lady bug.
Crawling around in a garden on a flower,
Snug as a bug in a rug.
Are we really different,
Or all just the same.
Perhaps we are just components,
Of one huge video game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem