It's hard for me to live
With people of this world
Though with the same strength we breathe
Like a snail, my inner self I curl
Of life, only sense gratification they know
And why not that the mind can be the greatest foe?
Because of desires, frustrating and unsatisfied
Perpetually looking for another bride
They drink coffee, smoke a cigarette
Listen to Kurt Cobain's tourette
According to them, this is happiness
Which beer replaces when comes distress
Wake up, slumbering beings!
Do not depend on immature feelings
We are not this body
Stop gratifying it and set yourself free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
most people live such surface lives. They are afraid to let themselves feel, or to get in touch with who they really are inside. But there is hope - we will all awaken when it is our time, some sooner than others. That is our choice. Beautiful poem Linda