Riding constantly down back roads of yesterday's visions,
looking at all that I've done when younger.
Amazed at the life I led, even though we were so poor.
Always used my intellect, wasn't interested in boys -
they were too demanding of your time.
Preferring to be alone, enjoying whatever I wanted to
pursue, flying, soaring, writing, painting, music, sky
diving.
An array of fanciful desires all being fulfilled by
myself.
Never depending on others, because they only held you
back with fears and doubts from within themselves.
Back then I had none of that, I had no fear standing in
the way of what I wanted to do.
An entire life back then, preserved in images etched in
my mind today without any regrets whatsoever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem