Phoque
Canyons of accruing anger has become my epitaph
The things I want to have are being denied
I challenge the world!
Give me back my sense of cordal infancy
I’ve seen too much to make me linger for my toddling years
Nothing goes right!
Mark the words of the prophet of Xanadu
“Onto each life develops an inward envy of the child”
Return me to my individuality and place me behind the door of discovery
I’ve had enough.