I write what I think
I think what I feel
I feel what I know
But is what I know real?
Though I bare a judgement
It's not mine to start with
And though easily given
It's harder to part with.
There must be some difference
Between your truth and your lies
But I wouldn't know this
when seeing through your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem