And get lost in your head,
What ideas would I find?
What words would be said?
Do you think of pretty things,
Of bright flowers in a vase?
Do you think of diamond rings
Or twinkling stars afloat space?
If I could, would I dare
To find out what goes on in there?
If I could pick your brain
And learn who you really are,
Would I find a world of pain
Painted black as tar?
Or would I discover happiness,
Shining and sparkling bright?
Would I be able to access
Such a brilliant sight?
If I could, would I have the nerve
To find the dreams that you reserve?
If I could hear your thoughts
The words you do not say,
Would they tangle me in knots
And make me run away?
I wonder if you think of me
When I’m not around?
If you do, what do you see?
Do I have a certain sound?
If I could, would I even try
To find the words your lips deny?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem