Consciously or not.
Or awakening,
From a subconsciousness.
I would still need no one's permission,
To think independently.
Or raise my hand,
To ask if a decision I have made...
Affecting my life,
Is either wrong or right.
I don't solicit arguments to debate,
What it is I like to appetize it or crave.
My mind is not,
In an indecisive stage.
And if there is something else I choose,
That satisfies my taste,
The last thing on my mind...
Will be to take a random survey.
Done to do to then select,
Which of my wishes to want...
Are more suitable to be approved.
Hoping my choices to pick,
Does not upset.
Most of my life,
I have adjudicated my own desires.
Caring less who judges,
What I did.
How it was done.
Or who with others found,
Had not been their way...
To at least make attempts to impress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem