I woke up nothing new
Boring world, know that's true
Tried to enjoy life, enjoyed my time
Nothing felt better than my awful rhyme
My companion always on my side
My pen and paper acting just as faithful
Me wishing I never came to know them
Sometimes I feel they truly are helpful
Sometimes the source of my problem
Now I live the longtime relationship
Wished it was real, taking me on a field trip
Visiting sites, discovering the so said world
Other than living in a dark room with a candle
The only change I get is never real
I am bored this rhyme I can't handle
I wish to explore, wish to discover
My only wish is freedom forever
I am sick of my fact: The Caged Bird
I wish the change, what should I do?
But is the cage my only fact?
Am I really a prisoner? Live in a voodoo?
Think I live in parallel universes
I do exist, I do really coexist
Who am I? I Can't GuessWho
End_of_November 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem