I'm twisted in a misshaped form
I cannot be the thing I am.
Human enough, but not the norm,
A body well enough to dam.
I was not meant to tread the earth,
There's too much brine trapped in my veins.
I note myself with bitter mirth,
The hopes all fade, the woe remains.
And yet my soul, not rent in two
Will not forget its thwarted shape,
My dreams are all I have that's true
While I remain a hairy ape.
Trapped in a life I can't escape.
And Trapped in thought, I'm left to flail
With my unseen and straining tail.
I know my walled-off destiny,
And how to reach it torments me.