Shining lights on darkened corners of my mind, wanting
to figure out what is hiding in it's depths.
Away from all definitions and meanings used for writing,
ideas are timid, shy, not wanting to be exposed to the
world.
Only now, I'm ready to open wide the doors of intellect,
peering out, wanting to be expressed, but fearful of
their eventual outcome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem