A foolish thing is pride
when too much nakedness
it tries to hide
When you become too
blind to see
that you just might be
barking up the wrong tree
Pleasure or pain
happiness or heart break
looking at reality
or an illusion
so much confusion
its love or its hate
Could this be the reality
or nothing more
than something that is a fake?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem