If only to understand, what does that truly mean?
You can do it the man in the suit says, as if hes always known.
But has it been thoroughly inspected?
What has he really shown?
Was he just pissed off, and that's the end of it.
Only time will tell with this one, he says yet again.
Like he's judging those who come out of the wood work every day.
A thought pondered.
A thought wondered.
A question that goes unanswered.
To know, is a dangerous power in which one envelopes them self in.
An ego to all men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem