Living alone and not knowing where to go,
What to do, how to be; and almost who I am.
This feeling and this wondering
Always pull me out of my mind.
I gaze at every one
Who’s passing across me
With a great question mark
Imposed on my mind.
How come? ! How come? !
How do they do
To get what they are living?
Why am I not living
The same thing as they do?
Well, you would say that I am wrong,
But what I am saying is indeed true;
For if you were me,
You would have had the same question mark upon your head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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