I seek with a doing to escape from explanations.
With a choosing not to confuse my understanding,
Of what I believe is to be meant but not mentioned.
Sometimes I find to ask questions for clarity,
Seldom does a response clears my mind...
To leave me with comprehension.
And it becomes foolish to keep asking,
The same questions over again...
That begins an argument about what has been said.
Especially if one feels they must defend...
An explanation not to be understood.
So I rather sit and nod as if I am in total agreement.
'I see someone here agrees with me.
The rest of you have puzzled looks on your faces.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem