I walk with my head in the exalted realm,
Yet my feet must suffer the filth of the earth,
What cruel trick of nature kindled my mind with cognition’s gleam,
And fettered it with feeble flesh that must huddle around a hearth!
No sinews of steel, am no roaring beast,
Only a spirit in throes of feral rage.
Man is condemned to partake of weakness’ feast,
Trapped in the knowledge of the inevitable, its invisible cage.