Riding through life on horseback, taking in the countryside as it passes by.
Closing my eyes I strive to picture all the times I've found happiness.
Nothing much comes to light except my life written down in poetry - filling pages with words from my picturesque screens.
Taken throughout life, kept sacredly inside the vault of my intellect, helping me to keep calm, keep sane, even though so many people I've known take me, use me, and throw me to the wolves again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem