In theory, paradise
is a beautiful illusion
no matter where you are
or what station of life
nothing is ever completely
what it should be
or what we want it
to be
nothing is ever solid
its an ever changing
kaleidoscope of scenarios
and attitudes
it is best to adapt
for those that do
have a low risk
of becoming
extinct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem