An empty vessel,
Bursting with emotions;
Being alone with questions,
Which are missing an answer
Twisted with thoughts,
Going in all direction;
It searches for nothing,
But it is still going…
Illusions appear in sight,
Shadowing reality;
Insisting all the facts;
All the facts to be fiction.
Is there a purpose
Behind these confusions?
A long breathe of sigh
For this perplexity of confusion.
January 1,2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem