Before your walk to school has ended,
You find your mind has taken shape:
You know we humans are descended
Not from monkeys but from apes.
The world is only waves, collapsing before they’re seen;
Is this “fact” bad or good to know when you’re thirteen?
I was of clear mind
Like a tree
That waits to read in blackbirds.
I love and I love. Why I do it? Perhaps you ask.
To be so I feel and I am tortured.
You’ve gone too far.
What do you mean I’ve gone too far?
Really I misspoke, you haven’t gone far enough.