Looking for a place to store these un-empty thoughts,
New characters, visions, dreams, and story lines and plots,
As the words come from storybook story's with many ideas to explore,
Too many for my pulsating mind to understand and my simple brain to store,
My thoughts as they continue to race of a writer's dream and storytellers fantasy,
Keeping me awake beyond our comprehension, further than eyes could ever see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem