Memories running through my mind, beginning over and over,
yet never having any endings because my mind just keeps on
recording everything in my life experiences.
Enjoying this precious gift constantly, learning always on
the run, remembering every little detail, even those that
others never realize are there until reading them in a poem.
Then exclaiming how wonderful they are and saying why didn't
I see this, but they never do, because they're not attuned
to things around them.
This mind is always open, absorbing everything and anything
in sight or touching any of my senses, I guess that's how
it happens in my brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem