It feels strange, as if drifting between two worlds and slowly drifting to number three.
One last taste, one last experiance before bed I asked.
No No she said, you have had to many, off to bed she told me.
And so I went, annoyed and angry. I wanted the blue one...
I wanted my M&m's...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem