''Omm...So Busy''
becomes a mantra
applied like analgesic,
camouflaging true intentions
hoping we'll slide into extinction
”Omm…So Busy'', chanted
multiplies the sentiments,
wasting valuable time
while worshiping our own.
Unless you're user friendly
words get in the way
so the ''holy spirit''
should be ''time''
instead of praying~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem