Bored of being spoon-fed—

Despair.

I was wasting my youth,

And I was aware.

Gloomy, gloomy, gloomy,

Couldn’t inhale the delight in the air.

Above in the clouds,

I touched life again<

My shell was cracking,

and I was dazzled,

from the narrow fissure.

I was dizzy, with joy

Joy of knowing my way to fight out—

to my world

a world where I should belong.

On a new continent,

with my clumsy English,

all alone.

While I am

bathing in the sun.

In a world of possibility,

I have not enough time for life—

A life to live, rather than existing.