Isn't life just a series
of events
just a consequence
of our decisions and doubts
And isn't death
just the final brick in the wall
just the point
when we've found and lost it all
If our actions define us
then what defines them
is it the amount of heartbreaks we've caused
or who we decide upon in the end
And if we never quite
figure it out
have we along the way
lost the meaning of life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem