It would seem,
life is nothing more than a dream
That when death does us take
then we will simply awake
into the transition of another vision,
to dream again so that then
Our memories will fade
No longer us to aid
And a new identity we will assume
whether for joy or doom
So nothing will us impair
on our journey to nowhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem that will make readers think about what happens once we shuffle off this mortal coil.