I often ask myself, 'What am I doing here? '
The answer I arrive at is never very clear.
After years of living and learning
still my brain is yearning
to arrive at answers
that can satisfy my curiosity.
I was satisfied as a child
with the not-knowing.
But as each new year came upon me
and my mind kept growing
satisfaction escaped.
At times in quiet introspection
I challenge myself to be content
with no detection of answers
as to why and how?
But contentment is not my style.
So after a while I vow
to keep on with my quest,
something that I never would have guessed
would finally occur in my life.
I am engrossed with music and word.
So aural experiences can be heard
to help me bide my time
until answers tell me I'm
doing what I'm supposed to do.
I am creating artistic expression.
That's what I'm doing here.
My answer's finally clear.
I'm adding universal tone waves
to freshen the atmosphere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem