We are all addicted to something,
Mostly Not Ourselves,
It is amazing how most people,
Tend to destroy themselves.
Fragile is the Flesh,
And the Mind too.
We are mostly made of mesh,
Where All, but pain goes thru.
Very profound thought.Time makes us think like this.Loved.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its short but their is a great depth to it that you could read it again and again and it seems like their is always a new meaning to it, as humans we develop obsessions be it in other people, or objects, we are our own worst enemies when it comes to these things, I can see why I want to steal ideas off of this, its fantastic, not pretentious but really sincere.