we spend all of our lives
trying to get in touch with
the truth that's within us...
so why are we always calling
long distance?
are we more afraid of death,
or afraid of living?
is there really any difference?
do any of us really listen?
do we hear?
do we see?
if so, why are we so afraid?
the real battle is always within...
what happens without is the result!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another perfectly stated essay of the human condition; very well put my friend. Your words are a balm for humanities soul.