Soon in one of these days
We are going to know the truth
It has taken so long
leaving as all confused
Big is the question
Who am I?
Wither from?
And wither to?
How did life began?
By evolution or creation?
And what is the end?
Left to rot in the grave?
Or opt to be fired in cremation?
Big question:
Is that real all?
What there is to it?
Or we are immortal souls
No beginning or unknown?
Undefined or indefinite end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem