I, scratch my bottom
this is a tangible thing
reality bites!
how I scratch and claw
the metaphysical me
wonder of unknowns!
mysteriously
mystical mischief making me
monotonous moi?
Is this all there is
keeping me from my demise
closer to the floor?
Feeling in my mind
this strange stratum; it's in me
sharpening my what?
Is my life that dull
a lie, among all my wits
sinks me like a stone!
Directly to where
my vision fails, my heart sinks
yet still my hope floats...
beyond life is what
possibilities unknown
worlds fantastical?
This possibly true
IAM feeling mystical
so, how about you?
Feeling the prospect?
becoming to want me yet?
yes, IAM aware!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. 'Directly to where my vision fails, my heart sinks yet still my hope floats...'..is very nice.Thanks for sharing.
Aloha A.K. Panda... Cheers and thank you for having a visit, read, and these particular comments... Until the each of US figure out how to keep our hopes from floating... we are in dire straits as a species... our hopes need to be grounded in abject reality... not dreams... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two