Neglecting sleep, awakening my mind constantly through writing, being contented in dreams of intellect as I keep quietly to myself.
Finding myself in darkness, hurrying to be alone just to contemplate what I eternally want from life.
Singing always to melodies of bygone days, tapping their energy, gladdening my heart as I pray for intuition's help on my slow journey through a myriad of experiences along the way.
Strongly anticipating every avenue on the road to beyond, as I step in time with my mind's drummer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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