WHAT I SEE IS ME
What I see is me
And is real-
And what you see
Is you
And is real-
But when I see
What you don’t see
And when you see
What I can’t see
Then we don’t see each other
And neither of us is real
Except to ourselves
Which is to be, I suppose,
Not really real at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem