We go crazy, at some point
We must break down
This is both healthy and natural
Because we gather the pieces
And once again become collected.
It has a lot more intricacy
Than a simple game of marbles
But we are the breaker in the fist of God
And our life, as we know it
Is the cluster in the center
And the perimeter that which it's contained,
Is it unknown
But maybe God is the breaker
And we are the force behind it.
Either way bits of our lives are slung
Into a place where we can
Realize it's importance
And admire their beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem