poem: Volition

Confined, within these four walls;
yet, free to roam within my soul.
No longer a cog on the wheel of life;
my volition is guided from Above.

Wound up in my cocoon,
sheltered within my room.
Nowhere to be found; yet,
somewhere to be reborn.

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