Angling life down imaginary pathways, silently participating
in future dreams, wondering if any will ever come to fruition.
Sensing, knowing, nature is always a part of every thought in
my mind.
Expecting to be there always, feeling concepts hiding and
surfacing at random.
Believing in reasons and desires, off-handedly researching
attitudes left on past doorsteps, alone with forgotten
sources of memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem