O we've lost a sense of life's mysteries.
We are now content to watch cheap, empty shows.
We cannot decipher the meaning of dreams.
We're now content to bask in the neon glow
Of artificial lights. Nature is merely
The next screen saver on our glossy gadgets.
We may be satiated; but we're not free.
For our lives are marked by deep seated regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem