Mentality is an illusion;
Consciousness but a dream
In which sensory and perception
Display the surreal of our
Own subconscious minds.
We are forever asleep,
Our minds and bodies in limbo,
Vegetating in what is reality.
Life is only a dream,
And death is our only liberation,
For which we are truly alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem