Silence dropping slowly into piles of thought.
Contemplating eerie consequences, afraid to think them out.
Life-long ambitions taking hold a little at a time, reversing ideas and attitudes - rapidly turning around.
Wherever a mind becomes tainted through life, walls build themselves as barriers of protection.
Although patterns are formed in earliest childhood, they can be worked on and changed.
Leaving a little reminder of what life looked like once before in time.
For now, silence drops slowly into piles of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem