Life is a deep ocean
Of which i know not the end
There are things in motion
Here, i can't comprehend.
If i think i know things
I can't be more wrong
The surprises fate springs
Are more than i can count.
The world opens its secret doors
Only to those who can feel
And not to those who keep score
Of what to them most appeals.
There is a steep price to pay
To obtain such precious gems
And often the gifts don't stay
For long, whatever I spend.
I must burn the idea of self
And shed the burden I hold
Life is more than the sense
I have of this pithy world.
The only way out is to know
That i have much to learn
And be ready to sink below
The ocean, and to dark waters return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem