free

We are born into this life as prisoners.
This body we are trapped in – is a prison. We can’t escape it.

We cannot escape our needs
They are constant and – ceaseless

Yes – life is a prison
And we are the prisoners
Of our desires.

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“Free as a bird” – there is no such thing.
Not even birds are free
They’re still tied here to earth
Held down by gravity.

Even the dead – they’re not free
They must wrestle with their past
And survive in the words exchanged in the air
Among the living.

Nothing in this life –
Is free.