Attending to many details at once, keeping everything organized
within this mind, focused and clear-minded through all the tur-
moil and stress others try and place upon this mere poet.
Statically keeping them from a personal space, not wanting to be
bothered while writing constantly, a void of choice that lets
mind and intellect wander wherever subconsciously led.
Soaring through an imaginative reality, realizing truths of
life, seeing the lies and illusions that others are always try-
ing to force upon us.
Not allowing their evil rhetoric to enter this mind, keeping out
of their clutches, learning whatever is possible by questioning
everything all through life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem