Why am I here?
I've asked this question a million times
But as before the answer eludes
This restless mind...
Am I here for a reason?
I drift in life like a fallen leaf
Who waveringly flows with the cruel stream,
It's crushed, the emerald beauty there was
Has long been turned to a faded grey.
Why do I breathe?
It's such an amazing feat
To be able to inhale air into my lungs
And expelling it again
It's like taking a part of the immense universe
In this insignificant body
Only to release it once more
Like we are unworthy of its magnificence.
But that's what make us exist...
Why do I dream?
This life of restlessness seeks something
And with dreams that fade
I'll surely die unseen.
Can anyone see me?
I am right here... I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem