Is life just passing seasons?
Over and over the same,
Is there more to it then that?
Are we on a journey?
The destination graveyard valley
In-between living, loving and so on
Do we know where to go?
What to do, why we exist?
Is there a plan for us?
Do we believe that there is a god?
Or do we just go along with the flow?
What is it all about for each one of us?
We live, we love, we are loved, why?
We read, we write, we speak. Why?
Mai Venn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's very onomaticpai