There is something to say with being deprived
Of everything short of the sun,
That with freedom comes undone
You don't even feel like one
Whole isn't your sum,
Not even half
You are apart to every nothing to start at something
Would be anything I am willing
I am able
I am always able, body permitting
Which can always be shaped for fitting
I am seen as an incapable, which to me is indivisible
I don't want your sympathy
For I am an individual my belief is incomprehensible