Too many seem to be in a dream state of consciousness.
Drifting from one unreality to another.
Seeking to wake up on something concrete.
Something to plant their feet on.
With the least amount of effort.
Wishing to be assisted from one fantasy to another.
Hoping truths are rumored delusions.
And holding onto myths,
Will provide them a painless visitation with happiness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem