This world, it is all an illusion
From which we cannot be freed
But if there is no true destination,
Why do we torture ourselves in this world?
The answer, believe it or not
is as simple as reverse induction,
It was what I always forgot,
The reason why we are living
The ultimate reason why we live,
Death, the ultimate end,
It matters not what belief you have,
All revolve around the ultimate end
I wish to live this illusion in full
doing what I enjoy
To change the world, to swim in a pool,
or to become a mighty king or viceroy
However, one problem still remains,
The problem of one who loathes their position,
Like the garbage man, those who do not gain
any sort of satisfaction
The poor, the homeless, the abused,
Those who are trapped in merciless darkness,
With a chance to end it, would you refuse?
You would never enjoy your hopelessness
It is best to die by fire than ice,
To free yourself from the state of mice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem