Can one really elude these pains from oneself?
In slavery I was born and the Life which I live today is deemed to their volition
A servant shall I ever be and all their dirt will I clean for the rest of my life.
An object to be toyed with day in and day out, I have found myself. An abject person that will die with this wretch story of mine.
I dare not dream of an existence because forever will I be enslaved.
'Submissive' has now become a way of life which I could never rebel against.
It feels like I'm living yet has no control of my being, just like a cyborg that is built to move at their will.
Everyday, I would wake up so early and carefully look at nature through my balcony. A gaze of nature's perfection except from my possible existence which seems unplanned.
The trees without fault appear with smiles from its branches and the cloudscape far too bright.
The sunrise awakening in the sky at dawn with so much beauty and warmth yet always reminds me of my worthless biography.
The serenity of the world left with the cheerful chirping sounds echoed by the birds which brings untold peace to my restless soul, always gets cut short with the thoughts of my enslaved life.
Why must I live, if this is all it could offer?
A life of no existence?
BUT, I still got my hopes high, an expectation that one day FREEDOM will come for me just as the chirping morning birds that fly to its volition.
It's my hope against hope, since we must live.