Time's slipping away faster and faster every day,
always wondering how it gets by me when writing.
Trying to keep up with rhythms in measures of
time, seems like I'm always running a race and
losing.
Socializing, writing, being with family and friends,
listening to music and residing in a bluened light
of contemplation and innate enlightenment daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem