Why am I so mean spirited sometimes?
I mean, it's all internalized so it's only hurting me,
But I have all of this anger inside.
Where is peace?
Is it in nature where trees grow,
Free from potted planters that line shopping centers and office buildings?
Is it the solace from God above?
Do all people spend their lives looking for it,
And is it ever found?
What causes contentment?
Who can give this to me?
Can we only image it exists, like a John Lennon song?
I need answers, but all I have are these questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem