Therefore I made it all encompassing,
Including all I had heard and seen
Dull enough to hold with the hand, sharp
Enough to emasculate fears unseen
Strangers enlighten me with their presence
And philanthropic eccentricity
But when I became a stranger, I too saw
A virtuous ideology
I then made it my goal, but found it
An inconceivable illusion
Then I realized the ideology
Is really what clears the confusion
The answers reveal different perspectives,
Helping us to learn, helping us to grow
Veritable? Yes. For we see them played
Out on TV, sung by all those we know
Though it's a pious trek, the highway still
Can make the mind and heart oblivious
The treasures are greater than the abyss
The trek is predestined and judicious
One solution can make a rabid
And earnest quest seem almost paltry
There are more solutions which make sense
That can make life less hectic and quite palmy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem