Slow to awaken,
They are surprise no one is there...
To take them on a tour,
Through reality.
They are quite shock to find themselves,
Completely ignored.
As if invisible to those who pass...
With their own agendas.
With no time to deal with those
Into a self inflicted existence.
And now they expect attention?
To accomplish what and for what reason?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem