People are quick to want to learn,
About a nothingness rumored...
Than they are with a desire,
To become more familar...
With that which is in their own backyards.
And will argue over something they heard...
Which isn't factual at all,
Before they uncover the realities happening...
Right under their own roofs.
And when asked they will express they could care less.
And yet...
Will blame anything and everything,
They find wrong in their lives with a seeking done...
On anyone who had given them the time to whine,
But could not stay to 'trip' with them through their delusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem