reality creeps in like death.
gaps of truth are found constantly,
like sun rays blasting through windows
in the early morning, waking humans
as the earth has been awake for years.
the sun’s responsibility
is endless.
what are we?
I know somewhere
what someone is thinking
reading this
well, I know my friend
oh
I know.
behind it all
in front of it all
I talk to myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem