what are we doing
playing at fools.
like it's a game
following all the rules.
but i don't know
how you can't see,
how we both feel.
it's all so very clear to me.
is there something wrong
making you hestiate
are you just playing along?
don't you want to see what happens next?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem