There are days when I sit alone and wonder
I ask myself “Just who the hell am I really? ”
There are so many years I seem to of lost
Were my eyes and ears closed?
Was I living in some kind of stupor?
I have searched the outer reaches of my mind
My memories show me not even a trace
My life has to be buried in there somewhere
Doesn’t it?
So much seems so surreal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem