Walking down lanes of rhythm, enjoying our journeys, finding
new and exciting things, delving into each of them.
Feeling like a child again, wondering and being curious about
everything coming into spheres of being.
Always turning corners in intellect, wanting to know every
last detail, always needing to know it all.
Asking questions, wanting to know why and never satisfied
with partial answers, they are never good enough.
Wandering trails and lanes through forests of long lost child-
hood, expecting surprises and discoveries at every bend of a
tree branch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem