Why are we here?
What a we doing?
When will this end?
Why do we live?
What does this mean?
When will this end?
Why are we happy?
What is this feeling?
When will this end?
Why can't we stop?
What are these questions?
When will this end?
There are fewer answers
to the many of questions.
This will always be.
And will not change.
What we are truly left with is,
questions without answers,
and always searching for the end.
these look simple but hide a lot of deep thought lovely write indeed
answers give rise to more questions. it is a wretched feeling when you think about it. nicely written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Question is the first key to knowledge and knowing. Knowledge is what you see, and knowing is what you feel. Don't stop asking yourself questions, you will get all the answers. Thanks for sharing