WHAT I CAN’T EXPLAIN
The submerged invisible part of an iceberg.
. .
which I can’t explain
Takes me away to far away places
Enslaving me to itself
which I can’t explain
Becomes a blowing wind,
Becomes rain and falls
which I can’t explain
I wonder what to do. . .
Should I hide or disclose it. . .
I secretly fret,
which I can’t explain
