This world gives a complacent peace most of the time
as it settles into innermost feelings of my being.
Social and withdrawn, alternating from one to another
whenever feeling like it.
Always using imagination to give me more pleasure
than can be had from just living.
An inner atmosphere containing whatever is needed in
life, suggestions varying from others, yet I prefer
to find my own way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem