He didn't consider imposing his will or beliefs onto others,
In effect, that probably lead to many misunderstandings
Life isn't always deep theater,
But sometimes it's crucial to make one's intentions clear
Trouble comes when one becomes preoccupied with expressing these intentions,
As the potential arises to suck the energy out of life that way
Maybe that's what happened to him,
As everyday he dies a little bit inside, yet he is still alive
Perhaps him knowing that the end is coming keeps everything going
Sounds confusing only to those who don't practice it,
Even though those that do don't do by choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem