Being looking for me
Cant recollect the time and place I left myself
Its being quite tasking seeking me,
Searching around, seeking all the places I have been,
Even aware who I am supposed to be,
Trying hard to conform my being.
Questioning who am I and who I am,
Scrutinizing the principles I live by.
I live in this world
Only not meant to be of this world
Perhaps you used to know me,
Could you have found me?
I regret having to compromise myself,
But your neighbour love as thyself
My biggest question and fear,
Should I today stumble on me,
Will I still recognize me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem