Do you ever get that feeling that
You’re flying, or you’re dying, and
You’re watching, like it happened once before?
When your mind is rather hazy, or disturbed
And much too lazy to remember where
You saw that scene you saw?
I just get this one returning, like
A ghost that's finished haunting
Other folk, but who has settled now on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem