It all lies within,
A palm distance,
In the head,
The world,
The universe,
Everything.
What if,
The trigger,
To the universal life,
Happens to lie,
Outside the head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well then I'd say we're are probably on two different planes. An alternate dimension in time and space. One where the human life still mattered. It is as important as the microbes that float all around. But life if not made in your mind, your wouldn't be able to see, you wouldn't be able to breath. Eternal darkness for human beings. And that for me is not a satisfactory reasonable reasoning. But maybe I'm just crazy. Regardless it gets you thinking good poem.