it makes sense for us to think the way that we do.
why would anyone see what i see?
if i is everything, universal can only be nothing
i do not kill and save as i see ethical
unless were talking about cooked chicken
frying, dying, i try and fill myself with it.
what im trying to say is
we're all on opportunity's corner, hungry,
and everyone is facing a different direction
and we're all told we have a green light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem