Lost In Translation Poem by Leon Jaime Villegas

A life lived with no aim.
Walk innumerable sites with no end in sight
To this domain.
The ego utters one finds:
'Just living for I'm alive'.
Then the soul decides:
'Living for just living the experience
Of an empty life's game with no
ends
To it.
Life adds:
'Fear of dying with all passing
minutes'
The Ego's true aim shall be:
The Soul/Spirit seek only if it
will
Purpose defines
It will its entire life.


Copyrights, Leon J Villegas
August 12,2013