My life is an ocean
With multitude turmoils
My body is a ship
Sailing to the shore
That traverses one way.
My mind is the swaying anchor
Functioning beyond my intelligence
The implications of its marvelous work
Surpass my limited understanding.
My soul is a caged bird
Struggling to have its birthright,
To break certain bondages
Through the outlet of the body
To fly as a butterfly from the cocoon.
