The world is a controlled zone for me
Whichever way I look, I do see
Controlled by gaps, governments and by you,
All that controlling makes an endless taboo.
Whenever I ask you about that
You just reply, “Are you mad?”
So, I am so quiet,
Given up my unreachable right
But, but there’s still in me a great fight.
Impossible to whisper to anyone,
How could I while my lips are tied
But, again you said to me,
“Only, only quietness is your right”.
Controlled by heaven, hell and you
Thank heaven. Not. But thanks to whom?
For my earthly, immortal right
At last I said something in the quiet,
I hope quietness will be my might
Which will give me time to write.