Indeed the essence of the world is unpredictable
I ran from serfdom to discover the path of manumission
But this path is more of a real servitude
I'm like a caged bird whose heart has been eaten out
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A profound, heart-wrenching poem that so brilliantly captures the very essence of what is so very well expressed in your Poet's Notes. I feel your pain and suffering, Victor. And like me, you have used poetry as a cathartic release. Keep up the great work, Victor!
I've read this poem several times when I come on the site, and I always find new interpretations when I read this, overall though I see it as you do, the paradox of our need for freedom but conditioned to a social contract that keeps us trapped. This poem is wisdom