in the realm of sleep where dreams hold sway
my restless mind begins to play:
a mischievous sprite with boundless zest
creating havoc and refusing to rest.
like a squirrel on caffeine it bounces around
thoughts flying like confetti without any sound-
one moment it ponders the profound and profounder
next thing you know.. it's lost in a fond recounter...
it chatters and babbles like a hyperactive child
jumping from topic to topic, running wild..
from philosophical ponderings to random facts
my restless mind never fails to entertain with its acts..
it replays embarrassing moments, cringe-worthy events
just when I thought I'd moved past those vents..
but it doesn't stop there, it's got more in store;
creating imaginary scenarios I can't ignore
it becomes a director, a master of skits,
painting vibrant scenes, full of wit and wits -
from dancing elephants to flying pigs,
my restless mind never fails to ignite playful gigs..
but amidst the chaos and amusing parade,
I find a message my restless mind has made..
it reminds me to embrace the absurd and bizarre -
to find joy in the oddities, no matter how far....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem