In Class Poem | 29th of June '17

Jailed

I'll stay regardless, for why I know not.

like a trained dog I'll sit in this spot.

It makes no sense, not even for a conscious brain.

Somehow with will, I'll still refrain.

Inside I suffer, pleading to be living liberally.

All my actions however remain unconcerned.

For I cannot do that of which I never learned.

Its understood this concept of holistic self sovereignty,

Yet obedient we believe we’ll fulfill our prophecy.