FREEDOM

Can I ask you what freedom is,

That speaks not in a human's bliss?

Can I ask you where serenity lies,

While I die alone, without the skies?

I don't like this world, so cold,

And so I came to make it bold.

I remain a cursed angel, still,

Begging you to come, if you will.

Will you ever kiss a creature so pure,

Like me, without a tongue, obscure?

Will you make her a sculpture grand,

What will you do, confess, take a stand!

I'm tired of this endless game,

A dog that bites its tail in shame.

I am God, perfect in my form,

At last, I arrive to change the norm.