Slowing down just a little, slows down thoughts,
they become less energetic and lapse into side-
lines, getting off the subject.
Concentrating harder, trying to keep within their
slower rhythms's, feeling insecure, mind wandering
timelessly into imagination.
Looking for some help to keep in the loop, steadily
writing into the mood I'm currently in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem