Life is passing by
Page by page is turning
and we're numbly sitting here
watching the screen
As we're chewing our popcorns
and scratching our butts
life is happening
And although we have the best
seats in the house
-the panorama view up front
it's like we're always
plucking our teeth
fixing our hair
or looking at the person next to us
when the real turningpoints
in the plot occur
As though we're always
blinking
when Life really
happens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem