I am not free how could I be when I start at three?, lions are loud when hungry, perhaps that's why I am fat and a victim of my own resonance, quietly pacing through life while others dictate their voice over my feelings, contradicting fluently without emotion

a horse carrying onwards with an abundance of baggage, no cart for any rest, mile upon mile trundle forwards into the abyss

A long time from here when I pass into the bliss this will be the one torment that I will not miss