It wasn't always like this
but, it is now.
Not knowing where to be
or how things should be.
All appears strange.
Yet, here I am -
somewhere -
but not here.
If only I knew where, 'where' was,
then 'there' would be no confusion.
Does 'where' constitute being 'here'?
Life is full of strange paradoxes.
Am I a paradox -
or -
an apparition of consciousness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem