I’m wishing I were a jailbird, who is jailed in the bottle forever.
Because maybe there I’m a protagonist not here who is sorcerer.
Though I bend my knees and pray until my waited death,
Still I could not pull off my dreams for me to breathe
Because I were made different from humans who are extravagant,
For me is a weak dreamer who tend to be like others, who are gallant

I’m envious with the beggar, with the AIDS victim and those having cancer.
For everybody pretend to love him or her and appreciate by serving just like a master
I’m spiteful with the outcast of the society with the poor and oppress.
For still they are willing to live, tending to be good as one’s caress
I’m envious with everybody, with everything and one’s existence.
For at least they love themselves and admire their value of benevolence

I wanted to be like the special child, the disable and the autistic.
For their sickness can be cured by their hidden distinct characteristic.
Unlike me who am sick, but there is no medicine available.
For this wound is from the heart and no documented knowledge can be able.
I looked in every corner, in both sides of water on the basin.
And learned I need to change, for I’m becoming an urchin.