Struggling daily, trying to make sense out of life and
finding there's really none to speak of, it is fragile,
delicate and yet can knock you for a loop at times.
There are no answers to the plethora of questions we
all may have, only more mysteries and reasons to find
out more about it's circumstances.
Nothing being fulfilled, love being found and lost,
death hitting us hard when least expected, many
accidents happening without explanations or reasons.
There are no logical explanations for humans being
born on earth, except to procreate, have love and
compassion for others.
But what is the sense of any of it, we are only
temporary beings on an unexplained earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem