Silently thinking of dreams I'll have some day in the
future as I lay the groundwork for them now.
Wonder and curiosity fill my mind with their intricate
patterns of abstracted wisdom, as I roll around in the
feelings of their mosaics, puzzling linear meanings
subconsciously.
Beautiful ideals steal in and out of interior mazes,
forming rhymical dreams of illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem