Otto was a Gen Z lad,
a nice-guy he'd been had,
with no spirtiuality he was sad.
He tried going to church,
but found it quite terse,
it didn't give him the answers he craved.
He opened up his laptop,
took a deep, long nap,
and floated off all on his own.
He thought of the universe
and all the valleys and curves,
and gained an inner understanding all on his own.
He sighed, smiled, and laughed
what he'd learned from this path,
was that this information came from within.
No more 'nice-guys' were needed,
all his worries and pleaded,
had been taken away by the wind.
Otto was content with peace and some Zen,
as he had discovered the answers to his questions, again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem