Why do people breath
why do people think
why do people talk
why do poeple exist
why do people hurt
why do I hurt
why do I exist
why do I brethe
why do I think
why do I talk
Maybe someday when
it all stops
I will know the answer to
all the whys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you bring up some interesting questions, most intriguing, will they all ever be answered? I like the repetition and that you make it more striking by centering it on the self, 'why do I hurt.' I just hope the world becomes clear when our lives are finally over, Kath