Living an existence of false hope and promise, being
defeated and blown away time and again with no rhyme
nor reason to having given in to it.
Climbing an ascending staircase into the unknown where
curiosity can wander to it's heart's content, never
being worried by time.
It becomes through passing of life in memories which
are non-existent, but are there yet, watching as de-
signs and patterns closely resemble coded rhythms.
Filling intellect, always facing reality of my life
through the essence of spirituality and Divine inter-
vention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem