We all as mortal humans have an immortal destination,
We argue if we shall witness the damnation or salvation.
So caught up, in what perhaps is the honest truth,
We overlook the precious time left of our wasted youth.
Believe what you trust is the way that things are,
Whether the concept seems down to earth, or completely bizarre.
But dont spend your own life searching for the departed,
The earth has much to offer, you're only getting started.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem