There are no saints
Nor any sinners here
Just people like you and me
Trying to make sense of it all
With nothing in our hands but time
Some manage to make
A blissful illusion beyond time
Just to ease their minds
From those tiny moments of harshness
Brought upon by this life
If you ever manage
Manage to be quiet
Not just in your words
But silence in your mind
You will see that you have found
The truth about yourself
And the reason behind your life
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem