Often I wonder what life is all about,
I wonder and wander and look all around,
The hills, the rivers, the sun and the moon,
Will they give me advise which is sound?
The brook keeps meandering swiftly on
its way,
The river goes ever so rapidly without a say,
The waves keep beating at the coast,
Water remains still within the bay.
The sun and the moon do not stray,
They keep following the same way,
Just a little away, as the seasons
change,
Yet the trajectory remains without a
sway,
I keep returning to the same crossroad,
Which way do I go, which turn do I choose,
Is life supposed to travel the much trampled
beaten path,
Or should I choose my own incongruous way?
What do I do? where do I go?
What do I choose or just let it go,
Drifting along with the winds and the tide,
What I wonder is life all about!
