Am I happy?
I believe I am.
But guilt has cast me
Into the darkness of confusion.
One hundred fifty verses two.
150 uncertainties and 2
Twenty-four time periods of happiness.
My conscience can’t help but
Think: is it too good to be true
My happiness is good
And very much true.
But why can’t that be that?
Maybe it is, maybe I haven’t accepted it
Yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem