I'm always lost in thoughts
but I don't know what they are
I swim along their currents
without realising where they take me
I flow along, careless,
not a thing I have to lose,
but only to gain.
'To where do you flow? ' I ask them,
they keep mum but I could hear them
whispering among themselves.
I guess they like keeping secrets.
I look ahead, do I see an end?
-no.
these thoughts have a funny way
they take the longest route,
so as to take a joyful ride
to see everything on their way
of this imaginary world,
and end up forgetting why they started
and, to where.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thoughts have always longest route. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.