I now know why
I now know why dark staleness haunts my soul;
My state reflects the aim of my design,
Which needed human love to light my mould
But not to serve man's future with my mind.
So subtle is the way one hides the dearth
Of moral strength within one's childish schemes;
Like wanting light not for one's real birth
But for the aggrandizement of one's dreams.
At last I see the slavery I've been in:
Walled off by seeking strength to ward off death
I swanned around inside my mental prison
Proposing freedom with a tortured breath.
Have I now learnt what common sense has taught
And ceased to try to earn love with dead thought?
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