just now as i sit thinking, i felt my heart stir and a tear welled in my eye,
as i pondered the reasons for everything happening i only could ask, why?
and though no answer presented itself openly to me as i sat and stared blankly ahead,
i also asked myself to what end my hungry apetite for answers must be fed.
i feel naught but anguish as these simple ideas but knaw at my soul,
for how am i to live without self contempt if the truth of myself i never know.
- randomness from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem