With this body always moving
It was hard to just stand still
And try to take a look inside
For an appraisal of how I feel
I found my thoughts in constant movement
And at speeds I could not match
Chasing, grabbing at what I could
But, for the most I could not catch
With a fleeting feeling of victory
I finally held one in my grasp
Then to see that it was just the same
And a question it did ask
With nothing yet to offer
It then took off from my hand
Flying faster now than ever before
Without the answer that it demands
So, I stand in this great whirlwind
My thoughts now moving at warp speed
Afraid to chase another one
Because an answer it will need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem