Always in my mood for more
Fingertips of falling fate
Trusting what is in its store
Pulsating ting at temper's rate
Pressed to find feelings back
That I didn't get to know
Getting on to the right track
Way of thinking with the flow
Confused to be commonplace
Reminded of what it is not
Strange thoughts to be amaze
In each their approaching plot
The beautifully is never defined
Only sighted in shifty weight
Waves of water salty brined
Is sometimes their onward fate
Always in my own craziness
Never getting too left high and dry
Thoughts to take with caress
Without asking questions why
Physical worlds to come to
With spiritual opinion in mind
Something there still left to do
Roots that this state can not find
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem