Ambition revered, one must be the best.
Meekness and humility to destroy and detest.
Getting trinkets and trash for time to raze.
We miss all the moments and memories too,
Treasure eternal always with.
We can't see the future the past is so dim,
what is the point how can we win?
Philosophy, science, writing and art,
What is the point where do we start?
Of money, of power, of things there are many,
Ethics and morals, do we have any?
We can see them and touch them and feel them that are true.
What's the drive for these things?
The pleasures of life that are found
Exist everywhere and abound.
All are necessities, we all need.
Love and acceptance, kindness and trust
All are expendable not worth the fuss.
How did we get here?
Trying to balance life causes such pain.
What is the answer what can we do?
Is this simple question impossible too?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem