Deeply feeling emptiness of life as I walk through the
desert, leaving everything behind, missing nothing, wanting
to find a place where I can be the person I want to be.
Instead of being quiet, timid, shy, wanting to be boister-
ous, outgoing, the life of the party, yet something stands
in the way, for I am introverted.
Not really created for extroversion in this world, always
thinking, pondering, writing both poetry and music while
painting portraits from memory.
Going from one to another without a rest or break, mind
filled with an energy of anticipation that has kept me
going day and night through all these years so far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem