Fingers of my mind playing an interior piano in intellect,
keeping me entertained and alert, noticing what's going on
interiorly.
Taking it all in upon photographic screens so it can be
written eventually into poetry, yet living life is a long
and difficult road to follow.
Setbacks, limitations and boundaries set by others to take
you from your purpose in life, avoiding them at any cost
while writing and finding my own way through it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem