but I want more then one opinion. Here is the poem:Where am I?
This isn't right.
Are those walls green?
Are those trees white?
Where is the sky?
Where are the clouds?
Where are the stars?
There is no sun,
but it's bright.
There is no moon,
but the sky is black.
Where am I?
Where is the ground?
Down there.
Am I floating?
No, I'm flying.
The wind runs through my hair
as the ground rushes by.
Up ahead, the sky is lit.
What is that?
I can't see.
It's too bright.
I'm consumed by it.
Now where am I?
The walls are white.
The trees are green.
There is the sun.
There are the clouds.
What time is it?
I'm back. . . . .
Or am I?
Am I back or am I away?
