Is life a pre-planned journey,
or a random act of god?
Is there such a thing as destiny,
or d'we tread paths once we've trod?
Are the daily battles that we face,
the same across the years?
Or is all our anguish different?
All our pain and all our tears.
And what of joy and laughter,
at what price must we pay?
For the flip-side, often anger,
as with our lives we play.
Is this game of life confusing,
for each and every one?
And why do some end gracefully?
Some with bullets from a gun.
These are just some of the questions,
that bounce round in my brain.
And most will go unanswered,
maybe that's how they'll remain.
Heath Gunn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've had many a strange thought. Guess that's why we have a brain. 10+++ for questioning that unanswered question