In truth, life has no intrinsic purpose,
it simply is and it always will be.
But the form of life that we know as human
has loads of acquired ingenuity.
With our inventive imaginations
we can decide on a reason that suits
our restless longing for stimulation.
We can plant its seeds and enjoy the fruits.
Whatever the truth of our beginnings,
the form of the future is in our hands,
but only when we can act together
as one, not competing as warring brands.
The founding fathers of the USA
had it almost right with their bold decree -
liberty, love and pursuing pleasure
are excellent reasons for us to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem