Running faster than my being, a mind of ingenuity and intellect,
races into forays of existential thoughts.
Expressing and stretching them to sites of heaven and beyond.
Signaling the beginnings of another century of writing with no
purpose until now.
Venturing into the world, allowing others to receive impressions
that I have written down through the years.
Openly, honest and truthful, I expect nothing less in return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem