Can we ever figure out
What others mean?
When they flatter
Doubt and screen
Words are seldom,
What they seem,
Like a puzzle,
Or a dream.
Life is not easy
When you have to decipher,
The strange melodies
Of so many Pied Pipers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have had the same thought many times, as for me, I'm told I talk to much but I'm ok with that, and I love puzzles regarding mystery and intrigue but I have come to realize some people I can never figure out, and I guess...that's ok also. I love the way you put this in a poetic statement!