My pride has only led me
Deep into the lion's den.
So should I believe that I'm the center
Of this vast and gorgeous plane?
Gazing at the world I see a beauty
Far beyond anything I could conjure.
Is there really something greater than myself?
I'm the king of my own world,
Just a cell within a cell.
Just another mass of flesh
Amongst billions.
Am I really all that special after all?
Does the earth halt when I bleed?
Does the earth cry when I scream?
Is my homestead just a pawn of something more?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this kind of ranting style sometimes. When it's done well, and this was done well.