I'm looking for profound truths.
I look in the hearts of youths.
I see nothing but drugs and sex,
and I need something a little more complex.
Everything they do destroys their mind.
I can't do that. I'm not that kind.
I look in the works of great intellectuals,
and wonder why people think they're so special.
The material only effects me for a short time,
it brings no enlightenment to this heart of mine.
I look for things that are profound,
in beautiful classical sounds.
The trumpet roar in the air,
the soothing piano and the snare.
At the time these pieces move me greatly,
but after I realise i am still empty.
I look for the profound in the past,
and I being to think my quest is a waste.
Then I think a profound thing,
what if the world has no profound song to sing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem