These thoughts, opinions, ideas, impressions, judgements,
weigh us down,
like a burden on our shoulders.
Protecting the truth within.
The truth is like fire, ungraspable with bear hands,
the truth is like grass, grows with time,
the truth is like wood, can be shredded apart
but the truth of the truth is that noone can handle the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem