Whirlpools spinning my mind into and out of reality's
turmoil, making it hard to sustain sanity at times.
Thought processes whirl, giving insight into many
areas of wisdom as I age and mature.
Looking around, searching for some answers, trying to
prepare for the future which I know absolutely nothing
about right now.
Wishing to escape this world, knowing it will happen
on the day it's supposed to, without any effort at all.
Looking forward to it's bluened peace with great
anticipation, enjoying the comfort and serenity it gives
me even now, as I think of it calmly without reservations
or doubts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem