Life grows endlessly in a dream, reality allows just one
moment at a time to be seen.
Incongruent demarcation is a constant revelation unseen
by our incapable sight.
Horizons remembered in pathways etched within our feeble
brains are embroidered and unseen except by our limited
minds.
Standing alone, allowing natural wonder and curiosity to
reach the forefront of all knowledge.
Calculating and abstracting volumes of life remaining in
dreams of reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem