This prison of flesh that binds me to earth

becomes thicker and heavier and harder to love,

with each passing day, month and year,

I feel my soul sink and my will disappear.

I want to get out and through space freely fly,

but I loathe to write ending and to bid by goodbyes,

so I do what I can, to fight, stay alive,

as I wait for the carriage of Death to come by.

My spirit is genderless and my soul infinite,

But society has rules that I cannot abide,

so I struggle to find meaning in this existence of mine,

and I don't know my own purpose, 

where I'm going or why.