if i am so predictable
why do i stare at the moon?
only on cold lonley nights....
who am i realy?
when im tired of lieing....
why do i take walks to the place i fear?
WHY DOES THAT LAST SENTENCE COMFORT ME?
if i am so predictable
wouldnt i have these problems
figured out....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a place u fear i go to to find who waits along the river