Is it a shame to live this way?
To toil as if we are on borrowed time
To feel shackles tighten on the mind
Unable to feel a passion for the moment
Worrying without reason
Hurting without cause
Believing in nothing
And with no laurels to rest on, doubting the future
Is it a shame to live this way?
Does it need vision to see what lies in front of you?
Is your imagination hampered by doubt?
Restricted by guilt
Fettered by someone who can’t let go?
Locked in a prison of innocence
Yet with the tools to free yourself
Just out of reach
Does it need vision to escape?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
most of us are living like that it's scary when neighboring companies are laying off.