There comes a time for one and for all,
When an honesty felt that has been taught...
Is adopted as a natural process.
To be digested.
With a comprehension that connects...
In one's mind that becomes understood.
But there are still many of us...
Still confused as to its use.
There are some who choose to manipulate it.
And when it is advantageous,
To benefit our wants.
And not necessarily to increase the feeding of our needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem