Tracing life down tracks of eternity, searching for empty
caverns I can fill with imagination's theories.
Subconsciously being made and shaped into patterns of
intelligent thought.
Ragging and rending, bringing energy into being with every
idea, as it flows upon paper, taking me along for the ride.
Pulling my pen quickly across every line, making sense of
earthly times, praying for sustenance and guidance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem