I look around
and watch
as faces and objects
blur away
to become something else
only I don't know
what is is
while everyone else seams to
my brain stops
my eyes freeze
then the faces
reline
into another face
suddenly
I'm soaring towards
a figure
and it opens its mouth
when I hear
my name
and then I am back
to reality
cold, hard, reality
with no blending
of magnificent colors
and there is a line between
fiction and non
the world is just strait forward
truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem