I fix my stare on the furthest end of the horizon
Though I am not a yogi
I fix my mind on singular thoughts of creativity
Though I am not a genius
I strain my energy to open the stuck door
Though I am not Samson
I strain to record my daily thoughts in free verse
Though I am not a poet
I enjoy the same luxury of sunshine, breeze and idyllic scenes
Though I am not a prince
I look at anything new with a passionate awe
Though I am not a curious child
I love the world around
Though I am not a philanthropist
What I know is that I am neither a Jack of all trades
Nor a master of none
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem