I’m self-trained on typecasting
and turned out to be a doctor
of lofty opinions pertaining
to the other side, foreign to us.
I exhausted years and years
researching, scrabbling
for truth from sources,
with secondhand accounts.
Fate however, drifted me
to that side, though I loathed;
Now I'm heartbroken--
I have spoiled so much time
mastering opinions but none,
yes none of such fits 'exactly'
and I should have been here
long time ago.
Paperbacks and Anchormen?
facts oh facts!
But only a bee can explain
the comfort of a beehive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem. Maybe you should just be! Turn off all the other voices and listen to your inner voice. Trust yourself! Follow that inner intuition. I love the last two lines of your poem.