I thought I do think more oft than not,
But yet I do drink,
It is then I possess a frightening one,
With the inability to think.
Although, before a state of dire state,
When I am incapable of building a dam,
The innocence ripples of my mind become troubled waters,
And without confidence, I stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one makes me smile cause it is nearly identical to how i feel about my own mind and feelings about drinking