I'll just continue poetry since I can't speak. And yes this time the poem won't suck.

English is my first language,
This poem it does restrict.
In me...unknown...and you too.
This is why life is precious.
Permutation infinite.
Infinite...infinite...joy?
The word Joy does not describe,
Such theoretical peace,
Because it is temporal.
The nerves are not all there is.
The nerves transmit the signals.
Who is observing the signs?
Precious, all of it is so.