I sit here and see that there is nothing there that isn't supposed to be.
Always a question as to why and rarely and answer directly in front of me.
Have not been around in a while, nothing to inspire me. Life is out there so where are we?
Each day is new and every night we bid adu.
What is different? Just waiting to see, life moving along all around me.
Every emotion I have felt within the world around me I have knelt.
Life is difficult, not meant to be easy. The ride of our lives, live it till the end. Our own answers we will find, me and you till the end of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just trudging the path by the stream the plexus of own time and space we cover the distance by periodicity each the day comes as the milestone..............superbly introspective, the quest overlays yet unanswered, lest there may be knowing by the man just before the finale, the yet code undeciphered even by the queris since inception, wrought wonderfully by the imagery,10+, thanks for sharing