Question Remains...

Today's presentation

What I act, the question remains.

The body is a paradise

The mind becomes stone,

One thing starts early

The mouth but lips meet never.

I don't know that

What do I speak?

With what kind I do?

Don't know how I present?

The brain is stopped

Mind still freeze,

I speak stammered

But what I speak, the question remains.

I speak frankly

With stammering early,

With the teeth shakes out!

But still, I present

But what I act, the question remains...