You’d better leave me unleashed;
Among the manners of captivity, I fit none.
And the plans weaved to have me punished
Will turn against you, when away from you, I run.
The world is more than we can think;
Why confined in such small a space?
And wait in turn with eyes not allowed to blink
For a lost chance for eternal grace.
The world is out there deep in the wild,
Where space is big enough for all.
When you can always have a place by my side,
And I’ll be with you, not just there to watch you fall.
The world you seek is in your tiny little room,
With a one-bulleted gun or a samurai sword.
You die in honor not knowing serving whom.
But yourself, no other shall be the master of your world.
8/1/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem