Speculating on another time, rehearsing
remarks made and answers hesitantly given.
Unwritten words, settling for extremes of
open-ended conversations.
Liking many aspects of laid back musical
lyrics, gaining access to a vision,
tunneling underground, hoping to be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes it is not the unwritten words. But in a hidden place with a secret meaning behind both half truths and half lies. Into the darkness we all shed our skins. A transformation begins. I come to learn it never ends. We are but a piece of clay in this world. And everything we do, every choice we make shapes us into the person we are.