How do I express this heap of confusion?
It is joyous and troubled and withdrawn;
It is simply a mess.
Who would want this package?
I don’t believe anyone would.
Such a pile has to be no good.
One that is moody and violent and soft all at once
Is simply something preposterous!
I cannot work with this until I figure it out
Which I highly doubt I ever will.
Why, no one’s figured me out yet
And of course they never shall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how you feel! great poem! !