Religion is the center of many people,
But what about others?
How do they cope?
What drives them?
Want?
Money?
Greed?
How?
All are bottomless,
and a great loss is soon to come,
They run in circles,
Burning there entire lives on something that doesn't add up,
Everyone looks up and thinks they are great
But them themselves feel less achieved and strive for more
How do they cope with the knowledge that they will never add up?
That they will never win?
Nor, will they ever lose?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem