It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
To lie, deceive and deny...
Takes a toll on the mind,
Trying to remember too much.
And what was told to whom and when.
It just seems to make life lived easier,
To seek and wish for that which is correct.
Than to create fresh lies to be exposed over and over,
To be told over again without an end to them.
That can exhaust,
Even the most gifted of blinded achievers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem