Having somnolent thoughts after a long day of abuse from
other people, thinking that what they say is gospel and
must be listened to.
Ignoring their remarks, not listening to reasons of their
insane minds, only carrying on beyond what they think they
know.
Always taking solo paths of knowledge and wisdom through
the passage of time, never turning from what is known
innately.
Moving forward, in step with the innocence of my being
throughout the prose of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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