What you see is what you get
Scrubbed of all deceit is the face of an adult reverted to that of a child
That last time's deceit has not been applied to the time we've known each other
The modern ironic moment does not believe in honesty
It is difficult to understand what I'm saying is the exact truth
Looking for further meaning is a meaningless exercise
Applying analysis to what I do, why I do it is like using a rifle to kill a bug
This is what happened to me and it made me this way
Don't base a memoir on a story's moral you've created
Instead, take time to know a person
Watch him, watch his actions, see him under pressure
There are a lot of mentally ill people in the world
Straining, straining, it won't come out
You can try too hard to sort out a mind
Instead the knots that form take the shape of mountains
Impairing views, leading to optical illusions
In strange hidden valleys, you fret over nothing
The chance I'm asking you to take is not underwritten by faith
The collateral of reality lends its support
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem