the mind?
the only thing dangerous about the mind is the way we use it
therefore, i cannot focus
in times like that i cannot focus at all
there is an ample amount of lies and deception in the air
everyone lies at least once
there's 2 kinds of intelligent really
the good and the bad
the kind that invents a nuclear bomb
or starts a war
and then the people who adopt an orphan or donate to a charity
i love the challenge of pushing my brain to the limits
if that makes any sense at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem