Sashaying down streets of lightened acknowledgement, happy and
free of others who think they are important to you, when in
fact they're not.
Being caught up in themselves, no room to care or love another,
going through their lives as if everyone is looking at them with
pride.
Yet just the opposite may be true, leaving not an iota of com-
passion for another, never having loved unconditionally, anyone
in this life for they were too intent and self-indulgent always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is depth here, much truth lying beneath the surface of these words.