Forging into the future, learning all that can be
encompassed in this little brain of mine.
Having a good time finding out how things come
about in this world of ours.
All the mystery and possibility of a lifetime are
contained in such a small space of our brains.
Future images and visions unfolding carefully and
constantly from somewhere within us.
Giving our minds such freedom to grasp everything
and anything that it possibly can in our daily lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Which is real poem