The forgotten one.
It's like trying to be happy without no sun.
Starting fresh, starting new and happier than can be.
For some reason I feel locked out, and who's got the key?
No one perhaps, i don't want to feel like this.
Feeling close with everyone is something i miss.
The animals all encounter my problems and have a riot.
The penguins want to speak but prefer to be quiet...
[[written on April 10th,2009.]]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem