Softly traipsing through yet another day, thinking and
wondering why I'm still here, mind scattering thoughts
all about.
It's like tossing jacks on the floor, waiting for my
mind to bounce and pick them up, wanting to see how
they'll be arranged in processes of intellect.
Always being amazed at how everything automatically
falls into place so easily, this brain fascinating me
daily as I write poetry so rapidly and prolifically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem