The dot, the line, but the circle

The dot, the line, but the circle

 

 

I can branch out any place.

But I cannot pass through anywhere.

 

The diversified ways brilliantly given to me,

shine with various beautiful colors

and tempt me.

 

However,

as soon as I tread step by step,

the temptation ridicules me

that try to jump the high wall.

 

The arrogant wall waiting for me behind the luxurious temptation

scratches out the bottom of my soul,

and makes my mind faint.

 

The line separated in all directions

has a variety of colors.

 

Though

I, over a dot,

turn around my body

right and left,

up and down,

45 degrees, 90 degrees, 180 degrees, 270 degrees, 360 degrees….

 

Still today,

I shut myself away in the circular prison

like as a loser.