Dancing to my own beats, not being stuck with another's,
free to create steps of my own, as I also compose music
I wish to hear.
Writing to rhythms that are produced from intellect,
mind-swallowing beats, taking me into the infinity of
my soul.
Enjoying brilliant lights illuminating everything in this
mind, special, beautiful, enticing and absorbing my being
with intellectual pursuits of innate intellect and wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem