I want to die.
But why?
I want to love.
But how?
I want to go.
But where.
I want to do
But what.
It is not that
I do not know the answer
But it is that
I want but I do not want.
It is true, and the truth is that
I am not satisfied even with truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm... this poem tells what i am feeling right now! i am so confused with everything around me! i feel like escaping.. but unfortunately, can't escape the reality! : ( nice poem! ! :)