• I am a Spirit
    Trapped in a prison of flesh
    Humanity may be the form
    Ergo I feel the pain
    that the species experiences

    My movements constricted
    I cannot spread wings, cannot soar
    My wounds bleed
    My emotions seep
    Deep into the layers of happiness and distress

    Yet there are certain things that cannot escape
    For even outside this would still lies the pain
    and the joys of love and its secrets
    as well as the mysteries of life

    But I cannot explore these cracks
    and crevasses cut deep into the walls
    of the unknown
    Not yet
    Not until the simple in life is understood
    Not until we can soar

    Until we can learn how to escape
    How to think outside the box
    How to soar
    I am the Spirit