Realizing that life has come full circle and is slowing
down, all movement is coming in increments, unlike
younger days.
Wistfully thinking, hoping to be continually adept in
intellectual realms, and not having thought processes
slow down on me.
Running through ideas quickly, incessantly keeping
patterns of rhythm set rapidly, so my mind increasingly
thinks in pictures of videos, playing in color and
designs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem