You chose a pace that chases ghosts.
A speed with irony I once did heed.
Believing your choice was to leave me most...
I became amused and ignored your lead.
But I do admit I am quite surprised,
My mind and eyes still discover you...
Too shrewd to be aloof.
And far too connving...
To again with you to uncover truth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem