There’s someone behind me
But there isn’t
But there is
But there isn’t
But there is
He’s trying to kill me
But he isn’t
But he is
But he isn’t
But he is
It’s unreal
And real
At the same time
Well, it seems like real
But it’s not
But it seems so
So, alas,
I’m left here worrying
Worrying over nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem