Solving thoughts of wonder that come from curiosity
rising silently, but intently within, sorting out
mysteries, seeing there's nothing magical about them.
Many times finding they are only illusions being per-
petrated by those who live in lives of themselves,
afraid to venture out into the truth.
Holding fast to their theories and doubts, not wanting
to learn about the existence of anything that lies in
facts.
A lost and lonely entity submerged in their own negativ-
ity, poor attitudes and inconsistent judgments, never
able to find their way in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem