Could it get any more confusing?
I thought I had it cleared out.
The fog of my mind was just clearing,
and now it's thicker than ever.
I knew what I wanted to do.
Now I cant be so sure.
What will the future look like for me?
When I'm only under no surrender.
The ghost of your ideas comes running up at me.
Yet, I cant identify you as anything,
other than friend.
But, how am I to know you?
You may not even be real.
Popping up when I become the most flustered.
Insanity consumes me.
It's not like you know me.
If you are truly real,
not just a figment of my imagination,
we have a lot to talk about,
but you haven't given me a clue.
Where are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem