why do i carry a shadow around
why do i wonder what went wrong
why do i feel alone when im with a crowd
why do i hide in my dreams when theres nothing to fear
why do i scream when no one there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read all your writings. Why? This is the question of life. For both the young and the old. The difference, is that the old have some of the answers.But the questions are always about the same thing. They all boil down to one why question. Why is happiness so hard to find and to keep in my life? The answer, is that happiness must be pursued in a very special way. I cannot tell you now ; but will some other day. Greenwolfe 1962