Not a free man I am,
I am not free to eat,
To move, to tell, to sleep
Or to take rest,
In no way I am free,
I can not write,
I cannot materialize,
What I think.
My thinking itself is
Also not free.
I am here in prison,
I am not allowed
To do things as I wish.
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