Inside your cage you let out a sigh,
Forced out by the hollowness of nothing to do.
Looking out through the bars as the world passes you by,
Awaiting judgment to befall you,
And cease your mournful cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mind is a powerful thing is the first thing i thought after reading. Can't really find happiness unless you expect it first. Another good one