How did I get here?
Why does it look like this?
All that is around me
is the product of my thinkingness
If change is wanted,
intention, thought and focus
must all shift.
Movement must occur
to bridge the rift
Everything around us
is according to your thoughts
if you hate it all
run to a different spot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds a little solipsistic. I liked it