They cannot tell,
the confusion on their faces,
is as obviously as daylight,
because, my story
is like hieroglyphs
meaningless to the sense,
as I waddle,
in its many mysteries.
I have come to learn,
that black is white
and lies are truth
unspoken by hesitant tongues.
I love your style of writing
Thank you
You are highly welcomed my friend @josediccus