My thick skull sometimes springs tiny leaks,
I think when my intelligence peaks.
Then out through my scalp’s skin......
flows of genius do spin;
some brain matter, new freedom, then seeks.
(February 14,2006)
This is somehow familiar for me but in different cases. it occurs when i try to find out the answers of the physics problems. but sometimes my mind helps and sometimes it doesn't.
i accidentally entered the date of writing as Feb.2014 (even though it is still 2013 when i am submitting this poem) . the date of writing is 2-14-2006. correction to follow. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, its really good.