Whats this sound?
With this it makes us bound.
Beautiful or dreary.
Could this all be just a dream?
Never to wake up?
Do we die awake when we're asleep?
Or die asleep when we're awake?
Blue skies always turn to gray.
Or is it the other way around?
There isn't any real answers.
So I guess we'll never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem