I feel like i am imprisoned in a life that leads to death
the meaning of a purpose that circles in my chest
love without a reason is like hate without regret
life is full of chances and life is full of death
the caution of cautions lies in personality
the fiction of restrictions in your nature of reality
life is like a dream but every dream is made of gravity
the eye of curiosity creates it so you have to see
to never be alone is like to never be yourself again
life can make you whole or make you never be yourself again
looking in a mirror will make you never see a self pretend
looking in a mirror is to see your other selfless end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem