Some of us,
Are constantly trying to learn,
To find answers,
While we churn alternatives,
But we never really learn,
All is so shrouded by mystery,
Or hidden, or turned,
So that the point from where we got started,
Is the point to where, we will undoubtedly return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How very frustrating. To be born with great mental abilities, only to find that they are essentially useless. Some times I could just scream. In fact, after I hit enter, I think I will.: -)