As the aggravation of a harried day comes to a grinding halt,
I take a breath to relieve the stress and see how freedom
feels.
It's tremendously exhilarating and I savor the feelings as I
try to put to rest this seemingly unending horrible day.
Taking out a Walkman, putting a tape of Baroque in and playing
it, further enhances my sense of freedom - especially the
creative aspect which has been buried all day.
Life was not meant for meaningless tasks to give unoccupied
rest and tension free rein.
Away with the stress of this day as homeward bound, I make
my way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem