I want to know what happened
to the golden rules,
to the promises and my few
true know-for-sures.
I want to know where my honesty went
to myself.
I know who has taken it,
but i can't ask the other side of me
where its been placed.
We are so very rarely ever
capable of being in the same place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem