I remember when multiple choices existed.
And from them options were presented.
To decide which one would be the best to pick.
Today?
A variety of nonstop nonsense is readily available.
To choose with eyes to close.
With them to open to discover,
Another choice to have made...
Still leaves the same nonsense.
Only to acknowledge,
A closing of one's eyes.
If to stay and remain that way,
Could have helped one fantasize...
A difference made to delude it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem