Cooperating in the melee of living, we all run around,
hoping to stay out of it's conclusion as we live in
different aspects of it's domain.
Keeping always to the interior canyon walls, we find
ourselves believing in the righteousness of living holy
and perfect lives, yet being human we cannot keep our-
selves on the straight and narrow all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem