Silently recognizing intense feelings scrounging around, looking for destinations to become in - momentarily.
Sensing outcomes of vocational progress as mind-bending attitudes flip and move upside down, delaying the inevitable abyss of integrity.
Hopefully gaining insight along the way, putting it to good use and judging it's quality after reading words in detail.
Finding meanings have some semblance to interior thoughts, giving such beauty, a place in the annals of historical poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem