Cages holding back myriads of tentacles trying to grasp
onto life - trying to bury it beneath your hands.
Brick-like order lying in patterns - acknowledging the
fact that life is in front of and 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