Some personas develop at a certain age.
And do not progress.
Perhaps that is the reason,
Many adults still possess...
A noticeable immaturity.
In grown up skin and more like children,
With limited communication skills.
And devoid of accountability.
A seriousness does not in their minds sit.
And comprehension?
Forget it!
And when some folks reach,
The 'state' of a higher consciousness...
An 'aloneness' is what they get.
In depth conversations,
Are few and far between.
But plentiful are those with blank stares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem