In his poet's eyes,
he see's the future.
In their normal eyes,
they see today.
Theoretically reading,
he sounds amazing.
Empirically seeing,
they know he's good for nothing.
Calm and collective,
is what he can be.
Pertinacious attitude,
is all they can see.
Living in secrecy,
he wishes to be unknown.
A perfect cover-up,
is all they will be shown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem