Taking a walk down a rocking lane of fantastic memories,
fantasizing about irregular and ingenious ideas filled
with imagination and curiosity.
Standing by the wayside further on, watching each one
come into fruition, elasticizing mind-bending boundaries
to fit the most unusual and creative into circumferences
of rhythmical mazes, decorated for allusions of the
subconscious mind to fit into.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem