We all live in effigy,
of those who came before us.
But we can't see we're but a tree,
standing alone in a forest.
So when the reaper swings your way,
don't think that you can lose him.
You are little more than a thought,
that can be changed on a whim.
So live your life to the extreme,
and don't you worry about labels.
Because the life you are about to lead,
is how they come up with those fables.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem