Weird
No doubt that dreams are strange
Hateful, can be, happy, and sad
Mine in this morning was nameless
I searched in dictionary, found “weird”
I was hired as a bus driver and had
Already driven, for one day at last
Was next morning, went to work
Instead of office, filled with addicts
A man was passing on money
One big bill was in green
“What is this? ” I asked English
Not the dialect of where I was in
“They can’t be drivers and office”
I thought, departed, decided to leave.
I left, half way I met a Cameron
Hugged a classmate of university
We were in Toronto, but yet not
I left him, and to work I walked
The drivers had left as had the payer
In reporting for the work I was late.
What is such a dream if not weird?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was this one of those dreams that reminded you of more through out the day. Funny thing that there are so many peculiar things these days... Is any thing weird anymore? Enjoyed, thank you