The me in who we chose to be.

A poet lost in translation. one would think that was impossible but even the most insightful person needs enlightenment. poets just put words to the darkness and Beauty. Giving those who are willing to listen a crash course on life. Allowing for opinions and different depictions. The world is all about opinions and decision. We could just be tv show for aliens in a different galaxy, but then that would mean we don't really exist. Right? Maybe the demons we are living with shield our eyes away from the bigger meaning of life and the poet sees the truth and is just trying to capture and write down before the memory elapses. This is why I write.