Keystones of mountainous purpose fall into my mind,
being oblivious to everyday opportunities.
Preferring to create my own, following a star,
perfectly in tune with my spirit of enlivening
purpose.
Taking carefully planned steps in upward directions,
upward indications relying on inner mandates.
Mountainous keystones fall in and out of my mind,
churning ideas in a quandary of identity.
Projecting a quantity of altering facets to lean on
in times of broken lessons of memories laid to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem