Lights dimming, shades of shadows turning to corners where
darkness lies.
Heartstrings slightly being touched by rhythms played in
exciting levels of compositions.
Faster, slower, speeding up thought processes in succession,
giving explicit feelings of joy and happiness.
So many ideas popping like popcorn in a pot of hot oil,
exploding into auras and visions, waiting to be discovered
and explored by this open mind.
Questions are mounting through the turmoil of life, all
wanting to be answered and never left to circumstance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem