Events and experiences in life come and go, we live
through them at times or we die because they were
too much for us to handle.
Mind wondering how to get around all this confusion
being caused, using imagination mixed with reality
to figure out what's missing.
There's an ingredient that has been left out of the
equation, we're drifting along, lost and in trouble,
because we cannot find an anchor in life to hold onto.
There's nothing for us in this temporary world, we have
ourselves, but only for a short span of time also, be-
fore we expire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem