Tempting fate with reality as it passes by unobtrusively
in needs of it's own.
Looking to no one, yet being followed because of who it is.
Beaming rays of fortune down darkened roads of life,
never settling for anyone else's opinions on anything.
Freely spacing wherever life leads in any given moment,
totally recalling every detail, while looking at the movie
screen.
Photographically listening to every picture placed
triumphantly there beside imagination's presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem