A passing phase that amounts to nought
A drama in disguise
A farce providing much food for thought
Why is it everyone dies?
Life is measured from cradle to grave
A journey we all undergo
Why can't we have the life we crave?
It is not for us to know.
Life's meaning and purpose eluding me
What roll do we fulfil?
We pay the price, few things are free
The future haunts me still.
The only answer at the end of the day
Is to question every doubt
It is faith that will show us the way
That's what life is about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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