As expressed.
Who can do it best?
One seeking misguided perfection?
Or the one who lives to witness,
And to write what is liked.
Not caring to fight with those,
Who are uptight.
Enclosed and wrapped,
In limitations to confine with explanations.
And dieing inside the correctness of standards,
And ideals.
While crying from shallow depths defined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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