Oh, to dream...
How boring and even benign would life be
without the ability to dream and ability of foreseeability.
Oh, how inspiring are aspirations…
The future is unbeknown and man caught in an eternal present
plans in a furtive event for the future when the future never happens
as we live in an eternal now, inescapblebound to this existence,
sharing a bond with the past, yet how noble planning regardless for the future,
aspiring to greater heights in defiance and ostensible ignorance
of the ever turning wheel of fortune.
Oh, how awe inspiring are inspirations…
Inpiration, much like many other things is momentary
to complimenting earth, nature
and our very existence on this interlinked planet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem