Rotating thoughts, relieving this mind while writing,
giving plenty of credit to life and it's surrounding
pleasures.
Tapping, sliding tones down chords of rhythm, exercising
this mind, taking it into places unknown and forbidden.
Being always on the lookout for things people don't want
to be seen, delving into them unhesitantly every chance
I get.
So quietly and steadily, crossing over and into their
depths, not caring what signs are up warning against doing
the unthinkable.
Finding out what lies beyond the warnings, wanting to know,
because curiosity always gets the better of me.
Always needing to know the unknown, wanting to find answers
and put questions I have to rest at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem