If you don't go crazy in an iota you may not want to do any kind of work.
So, the world might be populated by crazies and by secret lazies.
Who is missing?
There are substances that mean business, I call this vim.
And those with a crystal mind, that might win.
And those clouded by anger which causes pain.
And those that pleasantly assemble things again.
Which of these things causes reason?
I would choose first crystalization.
Secondly, those who assemble are quite good.
Third is madness, because it is quite true.
Lastly anger makes things fade to blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem