No one knows why some choices made are unwise / certainly not I
Or why some are out of step with the universal mind / as is mine
All I know for sure is, I know nothing' for sure
There are those that believe with all their heart / I know not why
They see things that are not here or there / that I cannot
All I know for sure is, I know nothing' for sure
While others are willing to kill or die
For an idea that I cannot comprehend
Or bring about a final end
Without trying to mend a broken fence
To me / just makes no sense
All I know for sure is, I know nothing' for sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like introspective poems like this. They tell me more about what's going on in the hearts and minds of people I don't know and probably will never know, than the formally well-polished poems that some people favour, with perfect metric and rhyme but ultimately merely formalistic accomplishments and devoid of... don't know, can we say ‘angst', passion? Well done.