One out of three don't sleep at night;
They say whats real is just a dream.
Darkness hides all the monkeys in the trees;
Open your mind, Think of nothing, and you'll see;
all voices that whisper all voices that sing.
Our universe has lines; they are straight up and down, parallel;
Think and believe and you'll see in between.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem