Dear Book;
The pages I see and the words I write seem to be only clear to me.
What does it all mean that its a fine line to be with sanity or without.
Does it seem that the world all wrong or is it all right.
Is clarity for those who cannot see or believers of a written book.
I write.
Righteous are those who can see from reality it seems.
All that really matters
That things are going to be alright.
Dear book I write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
things are right when choices are right! nice thought!