knock on this door
see to it that you are all well
but to find the truth beneath my sniffing nose
all is found but only the tip of an iceberg
but only a thousand miles away
from where I stand
I won't hate you but maybe myself
cuz even I sometimes can't get over that rainbow
but there's that chance
I better wing it
or wring my neck if I don't
but don't shatter this now
finding things
appearing out of the blue
I grasp them here
but not all to tightly
some things known well
while others should not
love hurts, truth hurts
and time make it all to well, soon
my heart still has a beat
feeling like i'm alive
but so cold and alone
like a cold day in LA if love's not there
sometimes I wonder
why I look so different through this mirror
sometimes like a time mirror
or it's just this iceberg I just don't want to take in
of how disaster strikes
surprisingly ever too far
too many reasons
too many lies
too many truths
only time will tell
cuz this just only the tip of an iceberg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem