No movement inside
Tied to nothingness, motionless.
On a vegetal state?
Was life too much weight?
He was born plugged
His world would not shut up.
One by one his senses, he turned off
He just had enough.
Did not see the point on be like the rest,
To follow every rule that others broke, he got stressed
He knew he was blessed
But he needed to go on a quest.
He took the decision
He had a vision.
Cutting, cutting the unwanted; invisible incision.
Now, walking as a vegetal inside
Without a guide; no pride.