I lived in my home
As a prisoner
Without any crime.
No guns, no torture—
Just breathing, just surviving.
Being a loner,
I usually knew how to emphasize:
I wasn’t a prisoner, but a ghost
Whose soul never found a place
To feel satisfied.
In spite of remaining in quest for so long,
I know my era will come.
The wait will end;
I will be free one night.