As time goes by
I hear the trees creaking old with age
And I think to myself
Am I on a shelf?
Or locked away in a cage?
Am I causing it all,
Or causing just some?
Is my pain by fault of my own?
Then someone opens their mouth,
And things go south,
And then I go on home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem