Taking on advantages of life, twisting and turning them to fit my style.
Laughing, tossing rules and authority to winds of yesterday, not caring about today.
Solving puzzles of unconscious realms, dividing and conquering them without difficulty.
Swerving to and fro, collecting memories and images needed to balance the life I have now.
Traipsing over rough terrains of amnesia, attempting to locate trains of thought, locomotive ideas, to pull an essence of life out into the open, where I may see it all at once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem