A jump of mind to find better things,
Worried about future and all briefings,
I have not found wisdom, filled by doubts,
Tamed, lamed and ruined by silly thoughts.
I focus on my career locus its outlying,
Far from center without co-coherence flying,
Into the wilderness, disposition in droughts,
Troublesome and infected by silly thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That had a really nice flow! Loved it!