“I’m rich! I’m rich” I shouted harshly
I can buy all things highly
People surround me will like me immediately
Mostly, no one would hate me intentionally
Summer air will be filled with closure
Living like god, no pressure
Bartering bliss and francs with all kinds of pleasure
This might be the best life ever, and that’s for sure
I’m pretty much certain, this is true
It is, no more sky of blue
I caught, all of a sudden, by a sunlight beam
And I’ve been awakened, it was all just a dream
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-certainty/
