I want to tell you so many things,
but what to say?
What words can express the turmoil within my mind?
I want to write so much,
but what to write?
I want to tell you, explain to you, make you understand, but how?
I have so many questions in my mind, but who to ask?
Words won’t flow, the pen won’t move, how can I express what I feel?
My mind is churning like boiling water, how can I say what I feel?
If you had compassion, you would show me compassion;
if you knew me, you would understand me; if you were a seeker, you would
understand my silence.
But no, why should you understand me?
Now even the pen is exhausted, burdened by the words I cannot express.
My mind is sad, trying to convince itself,
I realize I am stubborn,
obstinate, like a stain of ink on a white page.
But you, put your hand on my heart and tell me,
am I not a little truthful?