Animals in nature have instincts,
Guiding them around like
Remote controls or mind-control devices,
Brainwashed to all sentimentality.
But we, as humans,
Do we have a sense of direction?
To map the Earth like the
Great cartographers of old?
To find our way to our destinations,
Those we are meant to go to?
To find our ultimate meaning in life
Instead of wandering aimlessly
With no purpose whatsoever?
If life is our existence,
Then what is our basis?
What will guide us through
This enigmatic experience?
If it is our direction we seek,
Then is it built in our DNA?
We may never really know for sure
Unless we experience it ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem