When A Pen Touches Paper

Captive Dreams

As a bird in a golden cage

I try to fly away, to escape from my chains

That compel me to be as they'd like me to.

Calm, obedient, taught to think and act as everyone else.

Empty, sitting on a chair,

Learning by heart the same things as hundreds of them.

Deep down, rebellion and revolt,

Hidden by good manners.

Submission, passivity,

Conforming to the heavyweight ideas of ancestors.