I think I got it
You're afraid of being caught
In out and around the house
Of your imagination
With a net in hand
Or both
What is it you might catch?
That makes you afraid?
Too good
Too wonderful
Too 'over the top'
Says who
I know you know
It's not you
But
You are still
Too
Over the top
So we'd beter be careful
And
Not let the secret out
If we did
It
Might blow a big hole
So big we
Would drown
But the sun is out
And it's high hunidity
I am hot and
I want to take a swim
Are you in?
Or do you still need a life raft?
If you use it
Still you know
You can not have broad strokes
And you
Might not be able to glide
The water might turn cold
As you are not moving
To keep yourself warm
So swim just this once
There is always a towel waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jump in, and live! like this one a lot!