I know this may be disappointing,
But we can not be anyone else.
We are here to be ourselves.
With little time to pass judgement on others.
But time is spent in the doing of it,
As if on a mission.
And that is why most of us become disappointed.
With a refusing to self examine our own blemishes.
Instead of sneaking to peek over someone else's fence,
To evaluate if in the doing of this...
We leave with a feeling to be or not to be impressed,
Without addressing or own activities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem