Strange is the day
A thousand ideas roll through this endless factory of my mind
So much to do, so much to say
But the body is lacking
The day before, so full of energy
But there was naught for a man to do
Betrayed today by my muscular lethargy
Uncoiled like an overwound clock
Mind over body, body over mind
Why cannot both exist?
This equilibrium I wish to find
The pendulum of life swings unfairly
A string of thought, brilliance
But not the will of body for its execution
My body, a surge of energy, a chance
But not a useful thought.
The madness of the genius
This is something that I grasp
In a fury I wish to unleash myself upon the world!
Tomorrow; when I possess zeal for the task.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem