I don't understand so many things
I have given it a name: pu.

I do not understand why I live,
I don't understand peoples need for war
and I don't understand love;
I call it all pu.

I have no idea why I want what I want
and where my zest for life comes from.

My desires are pu,
my origin is pu
and my goal is pu.

I have tried to find the answer
to all the important questions
and haven't found it.

You know what,
That does not bother me,
I give it a place,
I give it a name,
I get on with my life
and do that solely with what I do know.