Intellectually manifesting thoughts of idealism in life,
wanting everything to be perfectly written, understandable
and making sense.
It is a near-impossibility, we can only come just so close
to ideals in our mind, because we are only human, we fail
at the very last moment and cannot attain the perfection
we so patently derive in our minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem