Going deeply into puzzles of life, drowning in their pockets,
filled with pieces of discarded ideas, being kept in case
they one day can be used in a sentence of a thought pictured
in my mind.
Loving to hold onto what doesn't seem to fit anymore, just
knowing that I can find a place for it somewhere in a verse.
Lending an ear to insides of intellect, taking apart all
sorts of abilities, just to rebuild them with a different
angle or take on the old.
Supporting every particle in life's musical scores, running
away to settle in my heart's mind where I can play with them
time and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem