It is not my purpose,
To serve what isn't there.
With a hope one day,
To share imaginations.
As everyone skips around,
A truth to dupe with sugared scoops...
For preferred kept fantasies.
But I will admit,
What is there not to imagine...
Real to see and not disbelieve,
Seems to have more ignoring it.
To become offended when mentioned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem