What is one do to…
Some ideas never come to a finish?
Why is that so?
Are we suppose to try harder to figure it out?
Or are we suppose to leave it as a mystery?
Will we ever find the answer?
If so the whole answer or only some perspective of the answer?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the answer if in front of you but you don't relise untill later that it was. Lylyanna