Circling the room, pacing all night through, not being
able to sleep a wink, wondering what will happen in
the not too distant future.
An incredible amount of innate talent is being kept
awake within, wanting to be heard through the din of
everyday life.
Never satisfied unless I'm writing endlessly through
all the hours in my lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem