Words popping in my head like crazy.
Ideas oozing out, I cannot make seance.
Speed fascinating, I am gasping catching momentum.
What a beauty, mind is rarely so elated.
I wish there was another way to capture
Things inside my head.
Writing suddenly seems backdated.
Wondering is it really me creating?
Or the universe has a way of choosing.
Either ways, I am elated to tap a little bit of
What's inside of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem