Ideas can be like balloons
as they start to form in the mind
packed tightly together in a small space
until it is their time to be
Given time they can start to inflate
growing in confidence and clarity
until at last it can become something more
no longer trapped in the skull
Unfortunately many people try to pop them
bursting them with pointless and harsh criticism
if only to try to steal the remains
so that they can claim it for their own
Ideas can be just like balloons
until it is their time to be
fragile and easily punctured by careless thoughts
yearning to be released from the creative mind
into the reality of the outside world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem