I don’t understand why I’m out of tune when singing
I don’t get it when I’m out of rhythm when dancing.
I don’t know why I can’t carry the emotions in a drama
And I can’t comprehend why I call Carlo as Carla.
It’s like that I am a fish swimming in the sky
Sometimes, like a bird diving in the sea.
Usually, I am a worm jumping too high
I can also be a frog crawling untiringly.
At times, I am a table where children sit
I am also a chair where dinner is set.
I see myself as toe shoes used in strolling
And sneakers used in ballet dancing.
In this life, it’s hard to accept why I have to be downtrodden and troubled
The confusions and anxieties I just cannot hold.
My soul is floating, uncertain of where to go
And my mind is saying, time is running out, You must know!
