I think and so i feel
that I am much more defined
in spirit than just mere names and dreams
I simply know that I am
Everything you allow me to be
purely moulded with the spell of eternity
naked eye of mine
for how long will you bow down
at the fleeting feet of anxiety
enslaving yourself at the hands of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time does enslave us, real truth