The questions we are set,
The things we now need to answer
The problems we now choose
The things on which we interfere.
It is now like the sea.
Answers are sometimes there
Close to the tongue, the brain
Ready to be told
Other times at the back of the brain
Hiding, waiting
Then the tide will be up
And the answer will be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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