Surviving this life, not knowing exactly how, just knowing
that my mind and writing poetry has a great deal to do with
it.
Imagination and intellect giving a great amount of energy,
surpassing any vitamin ever made for this purpose.
Staying awake for days without sleeping or eating, just
writing constantly, one poem after another.
A scientific anomaly they have called me, all the while
trying to figure out how I am able to do what I do on a
constant and incessant basis.
All I know is that it is my passion, it gives me pleasure
and enjoyment, that's all that matters to me, 'a mere poet'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem