Took a nap that
Turned out to be that
Of a deep
Deep sleep.
Had a bewildering dream,
In the dream
I decided to call it over, and so
Woke up like the Neo
of Matrix out of the blue,
Humming without a clue:
"The ending
Will be the same as the beginning
If you choose to battle
With irrational people! "
I am not a prophet
Nor a son of a prophet.
No, not a charismatic,
And not an eccentric.
‘Twas just a dream
Like that of (maybe)Kekule's dream.
True is the benzene ring
And true too (maybe) , is my humming!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem