Opening windows, climbing through them to explore inner depths
of glorious beauty.
Taking notice of the incessant layers of thought, piling higher
and higher into mountains of inventions and poetical
disillusionment.
Seeing straight past all the dishonesty, being portrayed daily
by greedy people, trying to control the lives of others in our
world.
Getting rid of all the negligent people that do nothing all
day and expect to be handed a pay check for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem