We need mental significance.
It's more than just a brain which displays emotion.
Feeling becomes awkward from reception.
Bias transforms people into markers under notoriety of support.
Dreams get settled in a blink of the eye.
Sight escapes us when disjointed thoughts keep it over.
Love and hate make victims personal towards both.
"Don't get so personal! "
Thing is, philosophy can't really be impersonal.
Good and evil split up into aspects.
A dramatic finish is such miracle within lines between.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem