Has the availability of variety.
And the excess of diversity.
Made those with less to offer,
Except nostalgia to repeat it.
Over doing a redundant bias,
More appreciated by those...
Holding onto prejudice.
And can not seem,
To leave their past to re-create,
Stale outdated visions.
And the ones diverse,
Expressing their universal thirst...
For what is fresh and new.
Have no interest in the past.
Or those who wish to live it,
Re-written and historically mythed.
With much of it not to miss.
And leaving many minds behind,
To delude it.
Left mythed and not to miss.
Until the holidays.
When many enjoy celebrating their creations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem