No one is totally satisfied,
All of the time,
Frightened by endless obstructions,
Within their mind.
Walking on dirt,
As they journey everyday,
Will the answers they seek,
Ever appear along the way.
Confusing stories,
Along with detour signs,
Altering life,
From what it was to be this time.
So many beliefs,
Of now and past day's,
Mixing together,
Where now games are played.
Tom Maxwell copyright 11/15/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, thought-provoking.