Prior to this lifetime, I accept the contract and sign the paperwork
Rush head first from the womb, ejected from the warm safety of solitude
Age as swift as a hare, terrified by noises as I walk home at night
Carry in my pockets memories, shooting stars, words mumbled as I walk
Tragedy, comedy, fifty years of tears, laughs, tales no one wants to hear
Institutionalized after I lost my mind, I learned to make the grade
Crushed by the steamroller of family relations, left as roadkill, as nought
Even to let the past slip from my memory as pointless suffering
Trample the weeds of thought, pull them out by the roots, feed them to the brown hare
Hares bound faster than time, I reach in my pockets for empty memories
Enter the world of ghosts, phantoms, specters and shades, the damaged souls of weeds
Ordinary people ignore the broken bones, a world without mores
Restless, starving, patient...waiting for God to help, to feed children with words
Yesterday, I woke up to find the world on fire, how to right such a wrong?
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