Who am I? What am I?
Where am I going?
Such thoughts through my mind
Keep to-ing and fro-ing.
Is there a plan?
Is there a guide?
Or am I just flotsam
Thrown up by a tide?
Some say there's a God,
Some say there is not,
Yes, no or maybe -
Our life is our baby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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