Deep within the recesses of our brain
Lies the beginning of a great plan
As to whether the wick of this plan
Will ever ignite into action
Is the query that lies on our lips
We wonder what great plan some have
That causes them so much anguish
What must be done
To ingnite their dreams
written 22nd July 1998
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice, well written.