Sitting in my living room
Watching shadows on the wall
I watch them as they run
I see them stumble and fall
I see many shadows running
Yet, I see some who walk
If I listen very carefully
I can even hear them talk
I see them on my ceiling
Falling down the walls
Have I ended up in an abyss?
I have I taken the great fall?
I’m wondering if they see me
Just like I see them
Or am I invisible
Never to be seen again
I wonder, have I died?
And have gone to who knows where
I’m thinking if I’m dead
Does anyone really care?
Or am I just sleeping
Stuck inside a dream
But I have to say I’ll never know
What all of this may mean
(5-7-11/RjH)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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