I was thinking the other day,
What life is really all about,
And when I thought about it long enough,
I knew I didn’t really have a clue.
First we’re born onto this strange world,
Then we are taught how to act and behave,
And as we get older we get all these mixed up feelings,
And no matter what we have to deal with them.
But as we slowly get older and older,
A lot of things don’t seem to matter as much,
Ok we all have feelings and hearts,
But what are we really meant to do to us,
And how are we really meant to use them?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem