When I was a young man, I wrote a poem entitled Human Being Impersonator
I did not save a copy of it and can't remember how it went
Something to do with stopping cruelty to animals and complaining about the selfishness of people
We wear the clothes that don't fit us
We live in a house where we are not comfortable
We eat the food that doesn't fill us up
Inspiration trickles and flow, deals with it's own droughts and rainy seasons
While we wear the skin of ordinary people
And try to see things through their eyes
And not our eyes that peer out from alien underground alternatives
Where we train through simulation for reconnaissance of the exterior society we are not part of
Their bedrooms, their barrooms, their public gathering places
In movie theatres and shopping malls, I pretend to be interested in what they are interested in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem