Tired of the endless drudgery, collapsing within, wanting
only to be a part of this greater universe in tomorrow's
future.
Sights of enlightening beauty constantly touching an
interior intellect of this poet's life, taking it up into
the stratosphere.
There it can soar freely and independently through mazes
and puzzle pieces of new creations as they are being in-
vented and tried out in this little poet's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem