How like a prison is a body lame
The mind calls up desires and feels no shame
But bones and joints eacg give me piercing pain
And who will pay insurance or take blame?
In my prison, I massage as planned
I exercise my mind but understand
I see my toes with them my white hands
While down the channel runs my little sand
I read King Lear and thought the king a fool
He did not live nor die as monarchs rule
Now I’m stuck inside a structure cruel
I’m like the pin which hides inside your jewel
The body’s more important than the soul
As feeling is the highest art of all
How my heart sings 