Appearing in reflections, images taunting me with their
mysterious looks, finding the very within of my being
where I hide poetically and silently.
Writing rapidly, touching upon facts of life and it's
mysteries, curious and questioning, never stopping,
living the way I want to.
Unable to be tamed for I'm a quiet rebel, wild, free and
independent, like a genie giving self wishes and the hell
with waiting for someone else to provide what I want.
So enticing and favorable, giving and paving the way in-
to the future of my destiny, living life my way and to
hell with opinions of others about what I should be doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem