Looking through life's looking glass,
Seeking symbolism for all it brings.
A crystal clear message we yearn for,
Shedding light on all life's things...
Perhaps we're not meant to find it,
And perhaps one eventual day we will.
Only when we shed our mortal coil,
That's life's price for paying this bill...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem