Contiguous ramblings of insanity
as seen in computer lounge everyday.
Mixed with lucid moments of humanity
philosophies gleam with attention paid.
A grip on life or so it seems
relates to those in first person me.
creations of strife some say a dream
familiar is blithe when constant in stream.
One must choose to become better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem