Shackled to the confines of a religion
Looking for him in all the wrong places
Man and his fate, so lonely and betrayed
He is there in cool morning breeze
Swimming in the vastness of oceans and sunsets,
In the galaxies and a thousand blue skies
He is always there standing next to you
When your thoughts conquer you
He is the one that sets you free
He speaks from within everyone of us
If only we were polite enough
And listened to him sometimes
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem