It's a place I can hardly remember,
But a place I would like to be,
A dream that I once had,
A hope I can't just imagine.
Everything I hate,
Is looking like everything I love,
Pleasure and delight--
Are bleeding through sadness.
A new event takes place--
Discarding the original.
All that is old,
Now converted and transformed.
I take a look around--
Resulting in confusion.
It's like someone has come and replanted;
Making things fresh and new.
I can't help but wonder.
How did all this happen and when?
Then you tap me on my shoulder,
I turned around and then I see,
How could I have not realized,
That all along it was you?
But anyway my point being that I really like the poem as well. Just one thing, "I turned around and then I see" should be "I 
