Secrets are hard to keep;
Understanding them gives me the creep.
I understand my life and my mistakes,
Can see which ones are real ones and which ones are fakes.
I don’t know what to do.
Don’t know what to do is when I am through.
All the things I can do and can’t
Looking here are there, initial ways to speak, not chant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
somehow, this reminds me of a song...well, a couple of lines in a song: 'you can look into my eyes and pretend all you want, but i know...' kinda like when someone knows you're keeping something from them. nice work