I am the handcuffed soul, trapped in the human body.
I am the put in the stocks idea, shut-in in the man head.
I am the buried hope, planted at the man heart.
I am voice which hold up, kept quiet in the man mouth.
I am spirit starving, being lost between the infinites oasises.
I am the mastered bodily, teied by man passion chain.
I am be silent which is longing for hymn.
I am be absurd.
I am be condensed between bold.
I am be black between whoes turning white.
I am meaning a searcher day, which statue of step of me towards lethal.
I am rock rooting slammed, swung by life wave.
I am not the special one.
I am me..
I am me..
I am which do not willing to be created for life then die. . .