Sometimes I forget just who I am.
The things that formed my opinions when I was small.
Hitting that wall where adults fall.
Too steep to climb, while they beat you down.
And so we fall into some abyss. Fumbling our way on some obstacle coarse.
Trying to find a grip where we might hold on.
Just to survive in this world where we belong.
Who has the right to imprison us?
Tell us that we are lucky to live in a world like this.
The beauty that is everywhere all around.
Is clouded and manipulated over our blinkered eyes.
And as you get older you...