The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves.
I'm already gone and just don't know it.
Everything that we think we know is an illusion.
Time itself does not exist nor do we.
We live in fear of a monster that never was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are what our minds tell us. Nice poem 5*
Thank you so much for your kind comment. We are indeed what we think and fear what we believe.