Is this shell keeping my spirit captive even my own?
Or am I just borrowing it while I live out the remaining of my existence on earth?
Is it really mine?
Because it doesn’t move as I direct it.
I don’t feel in control.
It doesn’t do what I want it to do.
I say to radiate, and rise above.
But it is tired, and it is bolted to the ground.
Does my body dictate my actions?
Or is it my very own spirit that is tired, and blue, and keeping me at bay?