Life is short,
Desires are long.
Having more choices is not always better,
Leads to a greater chaos and makes us less in focus,
Why do I feel that we are in a constant race,
Stressing our mind and body,
But why do we need to do what we do,
I wonder some days.
Death is sweet.
It ends all pain.
Period.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem