Never regret chasing a mirage
till you see for yourself
sand or water. It might sound
draining and not too ideal
but you will never miss
what could have been for real.
Madness is when you weep and
believe water in place of sand.
those are merely your tears
you should understand.
Waste not your precious word
Waste not a single second.
you can live at times
being illusive
for what a life is but
an illusion.
Delusion my dear
is hard to cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem