I am not worried about,
Whether 'you' feel me or not.
I'm not!
As long as I know I've been felt,
I'm fine!
And cool with it.
By all means,
Continue your charade.
I'll continue I don't notice.
To leave us both creatively existing,
In our separate but equal dimensions.
Even though I do see,
We have this in common...
A head.
Two arms.
And two legs attached to feet,
I use to keep stepping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem