the self is
a deceiver of
the self
itself
it lies to
its own teeth
it hides behind
its back
it whispers
that there is nothing
wrong anyway
it settles for what
makes it feel good
for the moment
and if the self reaps
the sad consequences
it goes to sleep
trying to ignore
what it did to itself
sometimes
it pays to get out of
the self
rise above it
and then be
magnificent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem