A meaningless existence
Wether fulfilled or not
Does not give rise to happiness
To be put on this earth
Only to be abandoned
Yet expected upon life
To drink the social elixir
And become one
I find abhorring to my soul
As there must be an alternative
Living while not of this world
In this world or beneath it
That I can find to assuage
The inevitable death
That awaits us all.
No, no, no too soon to a young and talented poet! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow rick well done