Do we really know one another?
Do we really understand whats said?
Or are we really bothered.
Is everything pretend.
Do we see each others pain?
Do we care enough to explain?
Are we caught up in lifes dilemmas,
Or is it all just a big game.
I like to think we understand the unspoken words.
That we see the pain in each others eyes.
That its you and me against the World.
That our love will surprise.
But maybe I am just dreaming
and hoping for too much.
Maybe we are living a reality
thats sends us overboard sometimes.
And maybe we will reach heights of ecstasy,
when we do not care so much.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem. Really, no one can fully know another.