Look at me.
And look at what I've got.
'Which is? '
Things.
I've got things.
'Which are?
And does what...
For whom? '
Impress.
'Who?
Impressed by 'that'?
I am not.
What else can you show me,
That you've got? '
Me?
'Is that a question?
Is that hidden underneath an identity,
I can not see? '
Identity?
That's not my priority.
'You are right.
And that is quite obvious.
As clear as clean glass
Anyone can see through.'
Well...
At least I am showing something I can offer.
'To who?
And what would that be? '
MY things.
'And that would leave you with...
What? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem