I'll simply be out shopping,
or just going for a run,
when words and phrases hit me,
and a poem has begun.
Sentences and lots of words,
go running through my mind,
and i know if i dont write them down,
my thoughts leave me behind.
So quick hand me some paper!
Just please give me that pen!
If i do not write this down soon,
the words will go again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice metaphor: ''If i do not write this down soon, the words will go again'' nice confessional poem