Readjusting inner feelings, not wanting to feel some of them
as they tend to get in the way.
Leaving all ideas to be picked up somewhere along the way in
time tunnels on another day.
Coasting down highways of a lasting journey, taking me into
future possibilities of another tomorrow.
Motioning all feelings to push through entire thoughts of
another field of direction.
Sololy visiting edges of life, wanting to choose or select
effervescent ideas to be left in the center of many poems.
Softening blows of many different aspects of entire hardships
through life and it's trials.
Wanting always to be in the instant of every moment, not
wanting to be left upon the doorstep of another life in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem