Translated…
In Infancy, You’d Participated in the Grand Scheme of
Grabbing Random Items that Would Give a Sign of What You’ll Be
You’d Missed Those Calligraphy Pen, Abacus, the Tambourines, the Stethoscopes
Just, Grabbed onto Air
not my photo…
But the Air Kept, Slipping Out of Your Hands
Your Father Commented, “Perhaps, You’ll Be, a Microbiologist”
But it’s, Just a Child
Who’d, Talked to the Fans Because of How Lonely S/he Got
“What, are You Doing?”
“I’m Eating Up the Wind!”
You Don’t Know that After Your Adam’s Apple Set in
Your Voice Became Altered Completely
“Why Aren’t You Earning Money?”
“I’m Drinking Up the Wind Here”
You’d Gone to the Back Mountains, Dug Up Those Buried Essays You Wrote Once
The Same Old, “What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up…”
President and Astronaut are Both Taken Already
If “Self” Can Become, an Occupation Too
Using that Giant Roll of Newspaper, Wrapped it Around Your Body
And Missed Out on Life in the Want Ads in the Classifieds
You’d Used that Red Pen, to Draw a Huge Circle Around “Poet”
And that Huge Red Circle Had
Become, the Largest Period Ever Now
So, this just still shows, how the adults are often still just, SHOOTING down the dreams of their own young, because unless you’re a lawyer, a professor, an engineer, or whatever it is that would be “acceptable”, the rest of the world will keep looking down on you, and because this world is still WAY too overrated in deciding if someone’s successful, by the dollar signs by the individuals’ names…