Limited

The body is a prison,
constraining and confining.
Limiting greatness.
Restricting the imagination.

The skin, too fragile.
The heart, stoppable.
The lungs, penetrable
The brain, too easily misled.

We are pathetic within our bodies
Bleeding, crying, sweating
All weaknesses
proving our lowly existence.

And if it were not for the body,
we could live for eternity.
The spirit could run free,
the soul find comfort.

Because the body is just a medium,
in which our soul must travel.
And it’s only in dying,
That we finally break free from the shackles.

And are given wings.