Was I dreaming?
Am I not?
Is it cold? or Is it hot?
What land is this?
Far and wide
Full of meadows and beast who stride
Who are they?
My self will ask
Are those my feelings?
Are they real?
Confuse am I
Just standing still-
Are those my thoughts,
going wild?
Of and adult? or of a child?
Or Just of a great muse
That rests upon me
Which I amuse?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amusing poem so fun to read gud