Wondering about life, knowing the many questions held in
mind and looking for answers that will satisfy curiosity
eventually.
Alluring thoughts capturing and keeping me searching
forever in this open and exacerbated mind, wanting much
more than life's willing to let go of and give to my quest
for answers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an alluring poem, in using your own word connotatively, I'm making a point about the surprise I felt when you concluded life was NOT going answer your questions. What could possibly be the reason for this withholding of a vital response? Having proven yourself through your poems to be sensitive, appreciative, exploratory, curious, trustworthy - there are more things you've proven but that should sufficient for life itself to learn a lesson