Living the best way, wanting to exist on another plain far
away from this one, yet sitting here, writing in complacent
moods of concentration.
Using intellect to keep an absorbent mood, learning from
the environment and surroundings, finding self in imagination.
Lasting desires keeping afloat in this period of time,
allowing to find myself in depths of an existence that will
hold onto me for now.
Yet one day soon, I will be set adrift in another land, lasting
there an eternity in time, nothing to mar my frame of mind now
or evermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem