Moon at Half Past Noon

I am a bird with broken feathers
I fly and yet
I am no more free then a kite Tied to a twine.
I fall prey to the whims
Of a body that’s mine
thus a stranger
Who is that fetters me by a leash
Stronger than the devils claws?
I see but I am blind
I wait for a beam from heavens
to set me free from
this bondage of my own mind.
Who will touch this cripple and
Blow a whistle for an eternal run?
It’s not me, it’s not you
The flute of my body sings
It’s not me it’s not you… And so on…