If allowed to wander
My mind becomes
Quite a wonder
Travels far
Travels fast
There is no last
It is organized chaos
Un tethered worlds
Treasure found and lost
Thoughts skew thoughts
Now thinking shish-kabobs
Now thinking Jobs
Leaping visions I see
Unimportant urgency
Rushing patiently to me
It occurs for me to see
This poem has no end
My mind being penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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