As the days slip and
Blend into one another,
So does Reality
And my Imagination.
They tell me to
Stop daydreaming,
But I can’t.
The two worlds,
Keep on fusing.
If it keeps on going,
My mind
Won’t be able to
Tell them apart.
Let them, I don’t mind.
It’s fun!
And so I slip,
Further and further
Into what I call,
Peaceful…
Madness…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem