Cars running through, take me to destinations unknown
or imagined, while sitting here and working.
Feeling a breeze against my mind, blowing thoughts
about, enjoying peace-filled moments within myself.
Outwardly, all h_ll is breaking loose, but it doesn't
matter, because I am with myself interiorly and life
in here is wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem