Maybe this world isn’t as it was; maybe what I saw was never really seen.
Maybe I was blinded by the glare of religion and trapped in the misconception of faith.
Could it have been the deception of love that falsely guided me?
Or was it the joy that smothered my soul with its life fallacies?
What ever it was, it no longer resides in the temple of me.
No longer blinded by such images.
No longer guided, smothered, or trapped.
Now! ...now I’m just lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem