Am I a pilgrim or a wayfarer <br />in this sanctum or a sanatorium? <br />Dear mom I was a prisoner for nine months <br />in your safe waterlogged womb. <br />But still I cannot swim in the deep seas. <br />The thorny crown and the cross too heavy for me. <br />I am only a puppet in the marionette <br />and somebody draws me here and there. <br />I am almost tired, <br />please let it be a freehand <br />and a freestyle race <br />without any restrictions.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pilgrimage/
