On this earth
We are supreme,
On this earth only
We make ourselves.
We have will-power
We make ourselves
On this earth
That we like.
But this earth is
Not ours
This time is ours
And we are to use the time.
This time is passing away
From this earth and
We are helpless
We do nothing for ourselves.
Who are we?
What for we are here?
Are we awake?
Time is not permitting us to know.
And we are here on this earth
We are telling ourselves supreme
We are living with our dreams
What is passing away from us is time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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