YOUTH

When will i be free,
From the shackles of My own?
When 'll i be Strong enough
To break free,
From the chains that bind
my wrist and feets?
Is it when am back From the Grave,
Decay and feast on by insect ?...
With Nothing left of me but Bones?
No vein nor flesh,
til then will i celebrat my liberation?
No, No!
Not then but Now!