We try,
But few succeed...
Not to be that fool ruled by passion.
When only disgust to us is returned.
And what is it we ultimately choose to do?
We torture ourselves with a feeling of stupidity,
To slowly overcome.
Some try to dismiss this as a necessity,
Since today...
So many fools are out in numbers to convince,
The proving to be the bigger fool can be done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem