While watching movies
I came to believe
Myself to be in one
Drama humor intrigue
All that mirrors life
Then it's over
Strangely I see what appears
To be that I do live
In the fictional
As those around
Leave with little
or no thought
Split popcorn droplets of soda
Lifting not a help
To clean up or sympathize
Until they care for
The next chapter living
Temporarily as me
But the on going story
Unfolds without anyone
Truly knowing involving
Just comfortably viewing
As I stumble into another
Comedy of errors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! Poet so real but life imitates art? ? or unlike? ? Art imitates us? ?