Fundamentals

There is a body clutching on my soul.

Everybody can see it hanging,
everybody refers to it as me,
but that's not how it feels.

It burdens my lightness with its many strings,
it's suffocating and heavy,
it's spoilt and mean.

It will end rotting and decaying,
finally free from pain and sin.

But I will continue wandering,
wondering what about me?