Cages holding back myriads of tentacles, trying to grasp
onto life, trying to bury it beneath your own hands.
Brick-like order lying down, acknowledging the fact that
life lies before you.
No paths to see or follow, each person must design his
own.
Each one is responsible for their own tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very harsh truth about the life where nobody has to do anything besides agreeing with and designing to follow accordingly