Swinging from vines, this mind enjoying the freedom that
it brings, melodies soft and vibrant, tantalizing feel-
ings hiding within.
Waiting expectantly for somewhere to locate energy of a
passionate wisdom, desires being held in check, not want-
ing to be, unable to break the control of the one keeping
a watchful eye.
Looking always for a way to escape, anything will do, as
long as I'm released somehow from this watchful eye, roam-
ing edges of life, perpendicular to the way living is per-
ceived by many, but not the way this poet sees it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem