Where I’ll end up I don’t know
No specific destination
On the trail of ideation
Feeding some new thought sensation
Build the thought up as I go
Sometimes it’s infatuation
Others it’s a computation
Always deals in fascination
Factor in to make it flow
Formed from basic information
Simple in its transformation
Thoughtful in its graduation
Seems so fast but moves so slow
Some may say it’s contemplation
I say it’s emancipation
Mostly it’s procrastination
Doesn’t matter - yes or no
I live for my imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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