What the poet says
How can it be untrue.
You can say a myth,
Actual though.
All contrast.
Life is complete blackness,
Full of whiteness, though.
Reality is
We failed to know it.
We failed to believe
Constant movement.
We are in fear of
Failure.
We are not fully grown
Human being,
But we are in the process
Of human beings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of wisdom. Thanks for sharing.