Crowded thoughts,
Are much like a mob of people.
Only to be there unfocused.
With nothing kept prioritized.
Yet...
Attempting to maneuver through them.
As if in a maze.
Hoping something to concentrate on,
Makes sense to leave nonsense...
Behind.
Where it is with a clearer mind found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem