Feeling, using senses to see in detail what everything
holds within it.
Loving to find out all there is to know, curiosity is
abounding and out of this world.
Absolutely intent on life and what's in it that is so
mysterious and mystical.
Why don't we know all about our lives, we are living
them, yet don't even seem to surmise or care about
what's in our make-up, minds and intellect.
This mere poet is always on the prowl, wanting to find
answers and solve these mysteries in any way possible,
still always looking for answers everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem