Lost In Translation

Words never seem to come out the way they're supposed to.

Lost In Translation



Like a gushing stream of water

Through a narrow minded cove

Are thoughts and feelings realized

Into the world with ink it drove.



As if the tapering of my pen

Could stop the flow of my mind.

Words, hurrying to find release through the tip

Are only halted and left behind.



Though inspiration guides my hand

And my hand guides every stroke

My words lose meaning in translation

Feelings, no longer do I evoke.



As if the price to pay for giving

Life to intangible insights and inklings

Was the true value behind each vast feeling

Of which we wish to convey.



Then, why? I ask, do we strive to write

To print, erase and ponder

If mere marks on a page cannot bring to light

Emotions of value and wonder.



Perhaps this art like many others

is the closest relation of our kind.

If only there was no need for translation

And you could really see into my mind.