Hollowly beseeching the person I cannot be; many people place limited
boundaries on me because of their own tightly held views.
As if being held in a prison cell, I squirm and squiggle to gain control of self.
Knowing I can never be happy, falling prey to another's merciless whim.
There are far too many places to be explored, and I must go alone to
find and meet whatever comes to me.
Freedom of movement, thought and ideas fill my every moment of living.
Why be shackled to another man's idea of life, when I can have the freedom of just being alone with my inner self and not be subject to another's greed or vice?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem