Rushing into the afternoon, mind wide open, racing to the
finish line as fast as rhythms will take me, loving the
speed, going with it's beats.
Tempos tickling and gesturing intellect, wanting it to go
faster through time, energizing self vibrantly as life is
being expressed.
Going through fast-paced rhythms, solace and serenity silent-
ly keeping up with it all, contemplation racing and finding it fascinating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem