I wonder what will become of me,

To what end may I find unable to fulfill the thoughts I think.

So young was I to choose my path that I did not think.

So unwavering I walked for so long I can no longer stray.

I robbed myself of the very choices everyone takes for granted.

Could you imagine wanting something so badly that it brings you pain,

And never being able to partake?

It is a torture only I understand.

I have rendered myself unable to indulge in the choices that make one's life full.

I have become a person unable to take the path of choice,

Only to prevent the pains once experienced that make a life free.

I have chained myself with knowledge that can't be erased.

All of the things I searched so hard to find have made me a prisoner in my own mind,

And now no matter how hard I try I cannot escape.

I have found the knowledge of my own purpose, crippling my one free will.