I am ever trying to capture a brief moment of my fleeting creativity
It comes for a second and I feel as if I really knew life for that time
And when its gone, its gone like a figure in the peripherals of the eye
I try to capture it with the lens of language and the zoom of subtlety
But my story never makes sense, nothing does when its lost in your mind
So all I can write now is about the obvious and ordinary, of everyday reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem