The vibrant myths no longer have any meaning,
To a world that's focused on rampant progress.
Yet superstitions still linger. We're still afraid
Of snakes and the dark. And no amount of novel
Technology can dissuade us from our fears.
The powers that be have tried to bury the light.
They've attempted to drain away life's mysteries.
Beauty has collapsed into digitals and dust.
Only in our dreams can we feel completely free.
For our consciousness has not yet been colonised.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem