Who begged me to let her out and be free
I later notice
She has only one eye to see
Where did she lose the other one
I’ll never know
I remember she is a pretty one
Now she has only one eye to see
I might have remembered wrong
But
Does it matter?
Does it matter when you are blind
And the memory in someone’s head is wrong?
We all live inside some tank
After all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sweet analogy yeah, we all live in our tank nice poem thanks for sharing and i invite you to read mine