Life is a dream, or maybe worse a nightmare,
we cling to this world as if it is so real.
But is it what we think it is?
Our minds sail through what we think is reality,
But honestly we are dreaming.
None of it was real, none of it at all.
we cease to be, but were we there in the first place?
All we have ever known was a fantasy,
A long play at a theatre.
But now that play is coming to an end.
And then the curtain will fall on our never existing life.
All dreams have an end,
And this is the end to ours.
Life is a dream, or maybe even worse a nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem