O I have changed my style so many times,
That now I no longer know who I am.
And I've played around with symbols and signs.
I guess you could call me chameleon.
Yet one thing that seems to remain constant
Is my planned pursuit of Truth and Beauty.
I guess I have still got a lot to learn,
But for now the wind seems to blow my way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem