to know my genuine identity
is what a big mystery
every night to the lord i pray
'help me seek the real me', i say.
i am a great pretender
everyone must remember
but this won't last forever
sooner or later, i'll find myself one way or another.
i sometimes dwell on my hiding place
a place where me, myself and i face-to-face
thinking where is my self's missing piece
and when time comes, my soul would now be at ease.
i'm looking forward to tomorrow
this life of mine, i just borrow
i must now end the sorrow
and seek for myself then show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahhh... the last part of this poem is nice... ^_^ i really love poems that ends this way...