Absentmindedness;
It is often more than I noticed,
and inspiration has tied me
in side the knots, with my mind.
And if I leave you, back in time,
lost am I there, more forgotten.
Somewhere, is my one shoe lace.
While others go off before me,
and see me a simple knot as string.
Some look away, while most see
me trying to Tye two faces too one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem