Quietly cogitating alone in a corner, searching for
indescribable words to lighten a boring time.
Distinguishing lacy meanings and abstract ideas of
creativity, while watching dizzy visions spinning
in and out of subconscious reasoning.
Logic taking a back seat, because I feel so unreason-
able in my thinking today.
Unruly thoughts and quirky images turning my mind's
life in it's circumference, wrecking it's composure
and raking it into piles of poems for today's quest,
a never-ending filling of deep abysses, always
sitting within me.
When one seems to be totally full, I look and feel
around inside and find - no, I'm empty - I need more
to try and sate my being's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem