In a world full of hatred & distrust,
how can one concentrate on what really matters?
When will we all just get over ourselves and move on,
we should be living in peace & harmony, not war.
I guess this world will never be perfect,
i'm not really sure that even exists...
PERFECTION.
Simple word, but not simply described.
What is perfection? I think perfection is a state of being.
A state of being content with everything and anything in your path.
See, there i just proved my point. Nobody is content with everything and anything in their path because Life just doesn't work that way. Life is something one cannot fortell but experience. Without that experience one cannot be content for very long. they must seek the answers that swell in their brains...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem