He asked 'Have you ever conciously lied to me'
I Answered' If I have I don't remember..'
[Pause]
'Do you think i have? '
'It's not that I question whether you have or not....I was merely wondering if there was something tangable keeping you from doing so...'
So starts the soul searching.......
Like warm hands grasping cold thoughts
i plowed the streets of my mind for an answer to his statement.
' Why don't I lie to you...' 'What makes you different from all the people I hide secrets from, and feed false feelings to.....'
'Answer it yourself' he says
and my mind wanders.......................................... i have still not found an answer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem