Listening to conversations going on around me, but not bothering to take them in.
Alone in a world of my own, holding on to it's solitary confinement, knowing I won't be hurt in this inner atmosphere.
A safe place to sit and reminisce about life as it passes me by.
Unafraid of it's passing, enjoying each moment given me, exercising my mind calisthenically in time.
Rehearsing rhythm's tempo anew in each line of my life, loving the experiences I live through and connecting it all in verses of poetical tension.
Sequencing moments, dividing themselves against outside influences, patiently standing aside as brain performances yield to intelligent sources coming out of hiding and deciphering every mood and feeling associated with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem