A life edited accordingly,
scripted to fit to what
they think and drew a maze
where one must lead
to find the curves,
tested safe and trodden.
Many souls whose names'
forgotten, lost to worms,
would have been Legends;
vanquished for wig or mask,
a display of conformity~
suits most to a public dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
would.not.change/edit.a.word. Goldy