Selecting emotions to be turned 
around in musical renditions of silliness.
Creeping along the sidelines of tantamount existence, 
giving an expression of inner turmoil to be spread 
about and layered into ample landscapes of tomorrow.
Finding an innate energy is eclipsing inner desires, 
bringing them around, tying them to interior beats 
of life's essence, choosing to be alone with every 
nuance in upbeat tones of unrelenting voices, 
never being silenced this side of life.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    