Recklessly playing with many thoughts, finding out where
each one will fit in, slicing, dicing, chopping and living dangerously within this mind.
Unsurpassed in periods of restlessness, always being
reminded of the purity and innocence still contained within
this being.
Never tainted from outside sources, left to fend for
myself, talent is founded innately, giving much pleasure
as I write into the future of destiny.
Leaving all possibilities right here at my doorstep, never
touching outside areas of life unless they find their way
within.
Omitting nothing, giving eternity a run for it's money as
I dwaddle in the midst of a vast universe held inside.
Nothing to explain what it is that I do every moment lived
in writing poetry, satisfied and recognized by the world
as a purpose is fulfilled here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem