Instigating freedom of boundaries, relieving inner pressure
with throwing rules and orders out into space.
Time is everlasting, yet why fill it with trash, when you
can use intellect to accrue wisdom and fill it with learning.
Knowing abounds, tracking nature into catacombs of darkness,
searching for enlightenment to appear in lines of poetry as
it is written out longhand.
Forever looking for answers, never really getting close to
them.
Empty thoughts sit by, craving some attention from passers-by
hoping for meanings to transpire in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem