I'm a servant, I give -- space
to inspiration and objections
I fill myself with wishes
and pour them out into decisions
until contentment flows over
I don't hear complainers complain
they encourage, never getting lost
in expectations
The profit is just a balance
of round-off differences
expenditure becomes income
in the space -- of the living together
where everyone is in the middle
of nowhere special, nowhere people
everywhere, on their way to nowhere
because they are already there
This thought-provoking poem very intelligently put and so very impressing. I have enjoyed this philosophy or what might be, BUT this is very interesting poem, which I enjoyed very much.5 Stars full on Top, dear Zywa2
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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