Riddle me this, riddle me that...
What is this weight that I feel on my back?
Why can't I tell where it is that I'm at?
And whats real when fairytales become flat fact?
And whats love once life loses its luster?
What do you strive for when theres nothing you lust for?
And who are you being when you walk out your front door?
I know, but no one knows me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem