At the end of each day,
This is certain...
Nothing that has been lived,
In a past that has been witnessed...
Will ever be experienced again.
By anyone.
Regardless who feels surpressed,
Oppressed.
Deceived or mistreated.
Only in the time we are living that is given,
Can any of us decide...
How deep we are going to breathe.
And 'if' anyone has to debate about that...
Perhaps life itself,
Is not a conscious 'thing' one does...
Without a reception of approval.
Or an acceptation one wishes to claim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem