Out of the depths,
I grasp for freedom;
Roaring like a lion,
And Searching...
Searching for a truth
That must be part of me...
Not of those who say what I should be;
Not of those who say what I must be.
But Should I be what they say I should be?
I guess not...
I feel not...
I hope not!
I am my own being,
Subjected only
To the foremost of my kind.
And no one else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A terrific poem Aaron. Positive without being pretentious. A 10 from me.