Standing in aisles of fame, looking at other's destinations, wondering about my own.
Vacating life many times each day to write what lies deeply
in a subconscious state of mind.
Like heroes, thoughts bravely issue forth one after another, unendingly throughout this quaint little life.
Rainbow-colored ideas shift and slide about, matching words, expressing themselves in memories and images.
Writing explicitly in black ink, all sentences and words
which stick together, waiting to be written out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem