I am not a torn rainbow, overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am I smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
Maybe I am just lost, in my self deluded magnificent ways? that could and seem to take only myself higher...?
All said and done, at least....I am No...cheap, heartless....or cold holding liar.
I am just...for ever more...chasing my fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem