Questioning life and it's purpose, wanting to
know exactly what it might be.
Intrigued and always seeking answers of truth
hidden for centuries in deep dark tunnels.
Wondering why it is so and why answers can't
be transparent so everyone can know them.
Does some unknown entity make the choice to
hide all this intellectual knowledge from the
general population or what?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem