Running circles surrounding beings who are going through moments
of stress and turmoil, looking around, wondering which way to
turn to find some semblance of normalcy once again.
So many things continue to wrap themselves around a poetical
being, taking life onto another plateau farther into another
place and time.
A place where no one else can enter into, letting music counter
whatever is culminating in our minds and intellects constantly
while living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem