Eternal,
Internal,
In the old world and, in the new world;
Going around and floating around,
But, the body does break down internally when you partake in sin.
The muse of life,
In and out!
Blotted out,
And, to make is a delight.
The muse of life,
Refreshing!
And like the dust of the earth;
But, always do the right thing that makes you joyous!
Without hurting anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem