First look wasn't that spectacular,
quiet a few things seem peculiar.
Like having a father,
who never did bother.
Other members of the clan,
who placed my face in the sand.
Friends who hung around,
then tried to knock me down.
Smiling faces offering friendship,
surprise in comes the hardship.
A world of hate and anger,
full of violence and danger.
A brain that fought against me,
until I was old enough to think free.

My second vision is the same,
life can be a cruel tricky game.
My father still doesn't bother,
he gave me a mean jealous brother.
The members of the clan,
are even worse in their demand.
Friends haven't changed,
for this reason they're estranged.
Smiling faces,
still show no traces,
of the evil of their disgraces.
The world is even worse in hate and anger,
now we have world wide terrorist danger.

<But now>

My brain is on my side,
so I  have a smoother
ride.

G