Reaching rhythms in this mind, traveling down measures of
chords as they describe various ways of life, living in
depths of yesterday.
Falling and tumbling into the shortcomings of today where
mistakes and failures are met head on, wearing on nerves,
taking mind through puddles of reminiscence.
Words, meanings and definitions are taken out of context
in life and rewritten into lyrics of songs to be played
at will.
Prose taking a stand in the midst of all the rhythms,
wanting to be heard through imagery, ideas, concepts
and an imaginational reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem