Ivancic

I asked her how she said her name and it was not what I expected
Never meant anything to me before and find it interesting to know
Many people have few ideas about themselves or slightly mistaken ones

Labouring I find my speech upon her answer and I do not say what I thought
Eager I was to tell her something about myself, but she could not understand
Suppose it was me that had not figured something out
Likely usually I am right or wrong
In searching for truth you are sure to miss some however you step
Each of us have our own sound

People say I mumble when really I eat my words they come through my mouth
Lost I was as she said Ivancic cross her nose
Each of us have our own sound
And yet you see there is one History
So you should know it or at least someone should know it
Easily I could have told her yet she was too busy with something