There is an outside to explore.
And adventure.
There is an inside to believe.
What is adored is kept privately.
Yet too often some perceive,
They should share their concept of reality.
By choosing a selective delusion to keep.
That their self importance and pretentiousness,
Is just too irresistable to ignore.
To make it their business,
Others are made convinced of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem