The ceiling's above me.
The floor is below.
In between the two I'm still on the go.
My body is still
but my mind's awake.
I know I'm about to make
the ceiling wonder
and the floor's that is under
quiver at the one they see.
Sorry about that
both of you.
But both of you know
it is definitely me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem