Pointed aspects of life direct thoughts to absolutes
without even thinking about it.
Always having some sort of direction to find out what
is happening in life.
Turning about, curiously looking and searching for
pathways into infinity.
Slowly rethinking what is important in this day and
time.
Affording any and all thoughts to a distant future,
one where I will not be able to go to unless a miracle
befalls me soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem