I wonder what you see
When you see me
Is it the vision of one full of life
Or of one in the midst of strife
Do you see a desire deep inside
Better yet do you see a hesistance to confide
Could it be of one who gives into temptation
Or even of one who regrets his creation
Does the vision seem content
Maybe seeing me stuck in place like cement
Your vision of me may not be clear
But what you see may not be what you hear
I hope you have seen what I have written
Because all you have done was listen
To how I view myself at times
Even though you probably neglected to see the signs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem