I emulated everyone who made it in the
system, represented rational principles
logical, cool and consistent, but I
discovered it was a bad act I
could not sustain
I could not become a good imitation and an
original I would not be, living my life as a
second-rate imitation of practical
sense, cutting myself
internally
Until I found visions and dreams beyond the
illusion of reality, appreciating infinity, time
unlimited in which to reach for the divine
become a being sublime, never getting
it done
Aiming higher every time and never getting
it wrong as there is no perfect ending
the universe goes on and on
ad infinitum!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem