I aspired to sing from within
But I had to sing with them
I sought to think beyond
But I had to use their languages
I endeavored to count the countless
But I had to count on the fingers
I yearned to express my story
But I had to say it in their tongue
I craved to live my life
But I already had a way of life
I explored for experiences
But I had well paved paths ahead
I longed to enjoy my days
But my routines were structured with customs
I yearned to fly and float
But they imparted the rules of gravity
I rose to walk but I was told to sleep
I chose myself to be a sleepwalker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem