Why does my life have to be so confusing
It seems like I'm always defusing
Things need to work out fine at least once
But I'm always the one being the dunce
Just when I think I've got it all figured out
Something else comes and changes it all about
That is why this poem I will never finish
Because something else will come to diminish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem