A delusion.
An illusion.
Maybe a mirage.
Or a vision.
All seem to fit my imagination
Of my world, full of apparitions.
Opposite of the reality of my fantasy
Full of elations and ecstasy.
A figment of my imagination
Not like authenticity of others.
An image of myself as I jump
That bothers everyone.
I vow to trust, to love.
In a moment of abberation
From what is normal I depart
To my world of mistaken notions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem