We are a funny blend,
Of love, hate and pious hypocrisy,
And hopelessly we descend,
Into the private hell,
Of our own reality.
We are as we are,
We are who we are,
In our diminished capacity,
To understand the private hell,
We ourselves have made so well!
No one could have said this any better! Continue to ascend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indeed, until we drop the I and live free