Swirling mists of illusion
The self is but a delusion
Trapped within winds of time
Reality is a twisted mime
Nothing matters, nothing real
Comes the next turn of the wheel
That molds the next deception
Creates the false perception
That anything at all exists
Lost inside the swirling mists
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trapped! Lost inside. With the very muse of nature. Nice piece of work.