I am confined by the social straits of my being.
There is a cage of immoral justification that’s won’t let up.
I am a bird imprisoned by my ill will
Anger cradled beneath my breast
I cherish my hate, and wear it as a badge of moral superiority.
I wish for change
But under such circumstances
Feel a lack of the ability to cause any.
Blinded from what exists in my peripheral view,
I am forced to focus on that directly in front of me:
Bars: a travesty of mental and corporeal freedom.
In my youth should I have wanted more
Than to be successful in my aims
Should I have wanted to reach for the world instead of a mere kingdom
This surely would not have been the case
The aggravation of procrastination
Outweigh the fortitude for my aspirations
Make it arduous to conceive reality
Batter my soul into unconsciousness
Suddenly no one else exists
My feelings are the only ones which count
The whole population could drown
So long as the water could break down this door
And I could fly again
I used to be loved
I used to be generous
I used to be peaceful
Now I’d unleash the flood
In the snap of a finger
And sink us all
To the lovemaking
Of the cold, barren waves