Why do I endlessly let my mouth override my emotional stability?
It’s no longer hidden under conscience.
I’m entirely engrossed in provoking separatism from myself.
Hiding in the mass confusion, daring to live another day.
Can stupidness be overcome?
Of course, I have set my dreams to stone.
And risen beyond our societal goal.
Yet, I still must have much life to live.
If I can go with the flow in each moment,
Oh shut up! No one’s perfect :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem