Let me unbridle myself entirely.
And break free from these chains and bonds.
Let me lean on my wings and fly westerly.
On a breeze, and let my heart abscond—
And leave the past and find true meaning.
Let me disperse like a fog, a mist.
and discover a rainbow still beaming
let me fall in love and with my heart enlist
In all these social galas where I might shine
let the relics of the past burn charcoal
for I am a kaleidoscope, a picture divine.
If I change, I do it for the betterment of something,
not to startle you.
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I might marionette-like a fine red wine.
Take on social responsibilities and more civic duties.
Like I mean to be someone and be less byzantine
Cut through the bureaucracy of these awful congruities.
I might save the planet or even help somebody.
I might become more public-spirited.
And be the voice of hope instead of perfunctory
And ring the changes no matter how difficult.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem