Below Eighteen

I should like to rise and go

To wander scenes of the outside

Things deprived of me by fate

I longed for freedom

I lamented tears of misery

Longed for words, so sweet

So true, so passionately

They who claimed but promises

Of love

Of good

Of life

Of wisdom

Of happiness

Of success

That behind these walls awaits me

Great, grand land of glory

Nothingness...

Simplest my heart seeks

Only but faces, of voices

Those who quoted me fantasy

Life, young, gentle and happy!

dp;)