As i walk away
From these walls that
Breed mediocrity.
Shunning the destiny
which almost forced itself
upon me.
I look back for a moment,
At those lying faces,
at the faces being lied to.
I see confusion and wonder.
I see contempt and envy.
The last vestige of fear, indecisiveness
bid me farewell.
Ah! to be in control,
thus carefree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem