People demand to hear me say...
'I am lonely.'
Because I live alone.
With peace of mind,
I own.
People with lack of vision,
And with no understanding claim...
Those who are comfortable with themselves,
Have to be hard to deal with.
Either that...or insane.
But it's not that I've chosen my peace of mind.
It seems through chaos to me it came.
And the more I chose to notice it...
Something in me has not been the same.
People demand to hear me say...
'I am lonely.'
Because I live alone.
With peace of mind,
I own.
People with lack of vision,
And with no understanding claim...
Those who are comfortable with themselves,
Have to be hard to deal with.
Either that...or insane.
And I remain committed,
Not to listen to those limited.
Or of lame brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol...'Dad'.. for those..with.. low sloping foreheads.. denote more than.. their lost...cro magnon.. ancestry... and..'yet'.. with the power... of the medulla oblongata... for some there is.. still lost hope..iip