And before I forget
... this thought
that keeps circling in my head
repeating itself
like a broken record
Is the crack I've noticed
in the self-image
we put up
the surface of our
full-body reflection
of the structured world
For was there no way
for us
to be creative, optimistic
constructive
in our external view
without being self
-destructive
Could anyone both be
happy
and save the world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem