The droning of their complaints remain unchanged.
A reaching to conceive refreshing heights of consciousness...
Goes unaddressed.
An addiction to deceive is profoundly obsessed.
And left to those who choose to break away,
From a conformity suppressing common sense...
Each night that dissolves into bright daylight.
Leaving those 'dense' to restrict movement.
With a choice of conflict and wickedness to sicken.
As attractions to define limitations are defended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem