| Philosophical Poem: Prison Just wrote this all of a sudden, at midnight. I couldn't sleep, so I had an inspiration, and yeah, that's it :/ Ah and yeah, I'm not good at rhyming, so I stopped trying it.
Inside of someone else's
Body and mind,
I'm living my life
If you can call it life.
Depending all upon his goodwill,
Being controlled in everything.
I need His permission
To do anything.
Am I not a person?
Don't I have the right
to decide freely
what I do? who I am?
I meet all demands
By which an individual is defined:
Conscience and self-confidence,
Feelings and a free will.
I have a personality,
I can live on my own.
And though the possiblity is there
I am not given a body of my own.
For I am not found real
Only a far away part of His person and mind.
And so I will stay, live on
In my home (and prison). |