I’m not English
Yet in England I was born
I’m not British
Yet in Britain I have grown
I’m no patriot
Yet this island I’d defend
I’m no royalist
Yet the Queen and her family I would serve
I’m no sheep
Yet sometimes I’m forced with the herd
I’m anti politics and government
Yet I’d argue for our rights
I’m a part of modern times
Yet far in the past do I belong
I’m not religious
Yet spiritual I yet feel
I speak my mind
Yet keep judgements to myself
I’m my own person
Never a slave to others beliefs
I have a brain
Yet it sits in its gaol-like cell
I’m free to do most things in life
Yet restrained I do feel
I’m meant for greater things
Yet can’t find what it is
I’m carefree
Yet why am I so scared
I feel at one with this earth
Yet far far away I do feel
I have many friends and family
Yet apart I seem to be
I feel pain
Yet why can’t I cry?
I’ve known love
Yet don’t believe it exists
I’m loved by many
Yet why do I feel alone?
Who am I meant to be?
I’m not sure…
Caliburnus Rises 