like a puzzle which i can't find the parts
i don't know who am i,
where do i come from?
when i started to live?
which places i have been?
where i'm going to?
where i can feel safe and real?
here is not my home
here is not my choice
being weak like ants
being small but living wild
surrounded by darkness, fears, until we die.
everything will be lost
what about feeling? .
What about personalities?
nothing is fair
everything is fake
we just pretend to live
I want to fly like a bird
but i wonder in a cage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though this nightingale sings lovingly in his cage...thanks for sharing