Thinking haphazardly of many things, wondering, curious, in depths of labyrinths too distant from life's edges to comprehend.
Adjusting and realigning attitudes, looking for a way to project life to the other side of tomorrow.
Seeing many aspects to continue walking down pathways meant for only one person.
Listening to interior purposes, keeping track of what is expected on narrow causeways, reaching to the heavens without failing to do what is meant to create out of subconscious imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem