When your research is through
Digging with time lost...
To find out at any cost,
How I do what I do
To prove I am 'not' true!
You will reveal you have spent...
Your lifetime trying to invent
A mind like mine...
No one will find
Because what I have
Came packaged and heaven sent.
And that 'fact' is what you resent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem