A carved out niche, that I, should fit in
Bracketed by what boundaries and barricades
Someone else's blueprints paraphrased
Clothed, in catalogued design of mundane and demure
Trending, without offending...simply the same
No hint of being branded as individual,
Packaging, without purpose
Generic gestures of personal gain and gifted insights
Fearing the giant ferris wheel, that endless circling
Through space and time, continually going nowhere new...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much of the world comes pre-packaged now... ideas especially... a predefined norm that we're warned not to step outside of... for fear of looking to conspicuous... of being to vulnerable. A fabulous treatise on the courage that it takes in the being of one's self... and following one's own dreams... I agree... and I applaud the courage that your pen expresses.