Am I here and is this real
Is this the way I'm meant to feel
People sometimes look at me
Am I what they really see
Is this present, future, past
How long will my image last
Nothings ever as it seems
Living life inside the dream
Memories and future thoughts
Things I've overheard and talked
All the parts that make me be
With emotions no one sees
Touching feeling all that's there
Being simple debonair
I have been all kinds it seems
Living life inside the dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Charles. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.