Standing watch, looking for endless roads, wanting to
set out on new adventures.
Sitting instead, upon a rock, contemplating nature,
turning inward, finding strength, trying to misplace
it, not wishing to disturb inner tranquility and
perception of silent serenity.
Folding hands, wandering mind, producing dream-like
states, writing, feeling good, becoming what I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem