I'm so tired of your insane demands:
Of your vain, elaborate strategies
To divide and conquer. For they lead to
Places that are cold, dark and dangerous.
Simply put, I want to feel free enough,
To compose my poetry, ideally
In silence; far away from the bright realms
Of shrieking madness. I don't want to be
A mere slave of fortune. For I seek
Full control of my destiny. Unlike
Many, I like to look before I leap;
So to speak. I hate this current chaos.
I prefer peace of mind.I don't want to
Be caught up in the whirlwind of these times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem