Trapped Inside

Why do I feel this way,
As if peering through a suit of armour?
My spirit, my heart, my soul, they live,
Trapped inside this shell I call a body,
The eyes I see through shed light on my world,
But it doesn't seem like they're mine,
For though I was born this way,
Somehow I know it should be different,
Inside me I feel there's a better way,
Not needing these eyes to see,
Ears to hear, or skin to feel and touch,
But a naked soul and spirit, fully aware,
Existing on its own apart from restricting flesh,
For now though, I remain caught inside,
Maybe it's supreme will I stay this way,
Locked away inside this dying corpse,
Maybe it's my sins that make it a prison,
Maybe it's my penance to remain captive,
Until finally I die and we part ways,
My body rotting in it's grave,
The rest of me ascending onto heaven,
Which is better than anything I've known,
While living inside this shell.