The dark waters that surround us,
The mystery of language,
And our thinking brain
Can never make us,
Totally good or sane,
There is something about us
That makes us, incomprehensible
To ourselves and to others,
Therefore, sadly alone,
We shall forever, remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the brain cannot make us totally good or sane; ...../// yeah right some intellectualism come to make peaceful world; some come to destroy all!