Cruising rapidly through highways of my mind, searching
for the one path which will take me to meet myself without
recrimination.
Slightly watching the directions I am taking, so I may find
the way back.
Taking back my kernel of truth, unwilling to share it with
anyone else, they are not worthy of it.
Protecting it with all the will and power I possess, no one
will come near or touch it unless they ask in sincere and
total friendship.
Guardianship is all mind and is not taken lightly, I will
survive the onslaught of uncompassionate people pretending
to care and be kind, yet in truth and reality are not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem