There is no truth to the person I am,
ev’ry detail’s a bold-faced lie.
What seems to be is really not
in this world of confusion.
Then I met you, and upside-down
was turned upside-down.
So maybe now it’s right-side up,
but I would beg to differ.
Upside-down was upside-down
yet turned over it is no better.
Lies will be lies no matter what,
yet somehow lies will always be truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem