My dreams are being controlled at the expense of consciousness
Systematically organized, the communism of my heads nest.
I'm petrified to fall asleep because I'm unprepared for the encounter
One more of a bother than in real life when I encount-her
And her
Questioning your choices to the point where I invent vocabulary
Trying to make sense of nonsense like you being mad at me
For not affording you attention? Something you're used to
You want someone different but then different doesn't suit you
When it slaps you in your face, altercat-ing with your ego
In the same way this text aggravates linguistic principles.
Bumping into you in fictitious venues is beginning to exhaust me
Like the coffee shops and libraries when I have no desire to read
Transported to euphoria where we become a team
And the smile uncertain to most becomes exactly as it seems
Because I begin to reflect the light within me that beams
Until my eyes awake and see you were a dream within a dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem