When in a mess,
I must confess,
to say yes, yes,
or use finnesse,
becomes much less,
and just a guess.
But I digress,
I must confess,
this life of chess,
just to impress,
moves, no and yes,
and still a mess!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a beautiful mess, everyone leaving their emotions all cluttered up.