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!