through life we make choices
in what we think and believe
it shapes what we perceive
often it filters and protects us
at times it misleads and fools us
as we grow we gain experience
with which there is never enough
it forms and shapes each of us
but when we dream we create things
that may or may not be
creation is in all of us
what we hate and what we love
the truths and lies we share
of our passion and of what
we do not care.....
this is our purpose
our reason for being
to fill the empty experience
inside each of us.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem