Guitar strumming, taking me into skyways of the future,
finding literature forever on my mind, music deafening the
world around me, rhythms filling my mind and intellect totally
and fully.
Surpassing interior curiosity, rising ever higher, twisting
and turning in tempos as ideas and thoughts capture whatever
it is that I'm thinking at any given time in this temporary
life here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem