Rounding around the desert as I ride horseback down olden
trails hidden from view, no one knowing where I've gone as
life finds it's way through hardships keeping us in turmoil.
Turning our lives upside down at times, while precautions
are being thrown to the wind, for they are of no use when
using your imagination.
Accosting edges of a mind, wondering why something has
been missing, trying to figure out what and holding back,
hoping to find footholds that will eventually lead us out.
Leaving nothing to desire, tallying nothing in vacancies
of a life that has finally been composed and written into
the annals of American literature once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem