It’s the question that drives us
the answer that eludes us
time that revives us
denial that precludes us
hope that contracts us
success that betrays us
time that distracts us
the answer that delays us
the question that confuses us
time that grieves us
toil that disabuses us
joy that deceives us
the search that blinds us
the question that entreats us
hope that reminds us
fulfilment that defeats us
the journey that shapes us
time that dismasts us
the answer that escapes us
the question that outlasts us…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem