Pick your reality the world conforms.
The earth is flat despite what some may say.
Facts are free to choose and come in all forms.
Just pick your world listen not to others.
After all, this is your life and your will.
But the past has said there will be a day
That reality will always fight back.
Battle reality with your brothers.
Reality is a raging river
Caving its way though your mental mountain.
Given time you will realize all to late.
This raging world will not conform to you.
This reality you fought hard to claim.
Was the heaven to you and you alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine start with a nice poem, Robert W. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lus. Thanks