Can we reinvent ourselves?
Live in a parallel Universe,
Have different imaginary lives?
Not enough trouble with one life,
Can we be of Truth the sum,
And still love ourselves?
Or desert ourselves giving up?
When all has been tried,
But nothing won?
Is it possible to resurrect?
To sail a ship already wrecked?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very insightful poem, and thought-provoking. What of us is real and what did we invent? Can we go on after failure and loss? Are we real or counterfeit? I think yes, and yes we are all of these things..... Thanks.