A mind trick I suppose
This is just
I really don't know
Why do I say those things
But as dense as clay
My heart is as light as a feather
I will stand and say
Now that you have done this
None of it made sense
Then you will know why
Reading up instead down
If you are not
Reading this correctly
Because you are not
Maybe you do not understand
But sometimes it does not
Lies right in front of you
Sometimes the truth
It will all make sense
If you are reading this correctly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love poems that only make sense if you read them a certain way. They sharpen your mind, and it's more fun to be confused, then smiling when you understand, then to automatically understand, and ruin the fun