This box of mine
the one that pays me
gives me bread and a means
allows me to fly and be seen
This box of mine
a long one, wrapped with people
people who say boring
boring, boring, meaningless propositions
This box of mine
I pray to spring free
be elevated, sprung and cought in the coil
to flip in the air, flying, flying, soaring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem