Socializing, treading water as idle conversations are being
carried on, wanting only to be free to write endlessly.
Wasting time, trying to be polite when all's I want to do
is walk away, find a little corner and sit with pen and
paper to write.
So restless, feelings of aimlessness falling within when
having to socialize instead of writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem