We all have questions about the world
That swirl around our heads
They are often left unanswered
But remain until we're dead
Idea's flash through our curious minds
Three thousand times a day
A bolt of lighting in the sky
As we attempt to ignore our own dismay
We are in a state of constant joy
In a state of pure denial
We force happiness upon ourselves
And with heavy hearts we smile
We hide under piles of bullshit
To protect us from our own lies
We turn or heads away from the truth
As we wait for our eventual demise
But as humans we share a common goal
That puts worth to all our trials
We spend our whole lives looking for:
Power, sex, love, money, and style
Well knit, Arranged, Measured, Chosen, and finally expressed nice poem fate of a man within the ring....voted 4 u
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The opening of -We all have questions about the world- was really a big... and the questions that everyday grow and never end keep writing! _Soul