Building walls, tearing them down, undecided on whether
or not to let them separate this poet from the rest of
this world.
Tangent drummer beating steady beats into each and every
single note being played tonight, reaching into recesses
of mind, heart and soul.
Always searching for rhythms that are logical and make
sense when played with musical renditions in life and
its pleasure centers of each of our brains simultaneously
without question or doubts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem