Have you ever felt your body is a cage?
And that the world is your prison?
That from the rising of your age
Your life's value has not once risen?
Fighting thought, resisting existing's cage
And ascertain your ambitions becomes moral outrage
So to keep yourself safe you keep your words from the page
And declare yourself nothing, so as to act nothing on the stage
If this is true for you, then I pity thee
Much as I solipsistically feel pity for me
buti mean this not condescendingly
I mean it sympathetically, perhaps more empathetically
For I too have felt the same, all the time somehow
But shift from it, with tenacity, and free yourself now.