Why do you presume
that I could ever care?
How is it
in your eyes I’m doomed?
What makes you
alienate me now?
When will you see
nothing’s so simple?
Who will it take
to break through?

I am this way
because I want to be
My perdition
only I shall know
Maturity flees you
escaping from you
A time will birth
that shall blind you
It is not my place
but only to advise