If Only A Group Of People Were

Why The Hell Are We Conditioned Into The Smooth Strawberry-and-cream Mother-goose-world, Alice-in-wonderland Fable, Only To Be Broken On The Wheel As We Grow Older And Become Aware Of Ourselves As Individuals With A Dull Responsibility In Life?

So Many People Are Shut Up Tight Inside Themselves Like Boxes, Yet They Would Open Up, Unfolding Quite Wonderfully, If Only You Were Interested In Them.

They Had To Call And Call And Pick The Worms Off Me Like Sticky Pearls.

At Twenty I Tried To Die And Get Back, Back, Back To You. I Thought Even The Bones Would Do.

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.