The roughest part of living life,
Is trudging through reality.
Some prefer to identify as obstacles.
With determined faith to have them erased.
And when one confronts them,
To face and not be chased away...
So much that is thought to be acceptable,
Leaves one to feel an isolation begin.
No many awaken,
To 'see' the origin of conflicts.
And at first it can be overwhelming,
To realize most of life has been fantasized.
Choices to make whether to keep life faked,
Is difficult for those who become 'conscious'.
Since becoming aware offends those who are not.
And it is hard to defend a truth that does not stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem