Our Greatest Love Is Prison Poem by Ayla Tulip

Out greatest love is prison.
We're so free when we're in chains:
Happy not to make decisions,
Happy to escape the change.

We are criminals for sure,
Stealing life from ourselves.
When we walk, we rush on tour
To escape the freedom bells.

What's a man, who's cutting ears,
Blinding eyes, while still asleep,
Not to see and not to hear,
Not to taste a single sip?

Stop the heart and burn on fire
Our very fingertips,
Not to feel the great desire
Burning somewhere on the lips.

Being so afraid to pilot,
Wrap ideas in a knot.
When we walk, we walk in twilight,
Hoping we can hide from God.

Tie ourselves to burning stakes,
We agree just with the pains;
Though the greatest of mistakes
Is devotion to the chains.