The voice inside my head,
asked me, "why aren't you
dead? ", I woke and turned
the light on, and saw that it
was dawn. The voice in my
head was just a dream,
thank god.
Dreams can often spark concern yet a bad dream actually means good news. So I believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are dreams and their themes seem real.