Losing sleep, thinking about things that don't make any
sense, wondering how to make them come clearer somehow.
Wishing against the strength of others, hoping to enter
gates of livelihood that might tend to take me into the
depths of some other time and place.
Touching and reverberating rhythms in measure of beating
tempos as liberty and freedom continue to move into to-
morrow's destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem