Where are we going, where does it end-
this life we are given few words to append;
Does time own our beings,
when life close the door?
And can none be certain,
what we came here for?
Where are we going, has anyone been-
to send word of something, instead the unseen;
Will we find the others
who've gone on ahead?
And not leave forever
for those who are dead?
Something we would all like to know, I guess - well written piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
those last two lines are killers