When I was four,
I loved my mother,
I loved my father
and everyone in my family.
I had many friends and the world
was a wonderous place to live.
When I was five,
my mother took me to school
and I fell asleep.
They said I must learn to
keep my colors inside the lines,
must learn not to laugh out loud.
after I had been told to be quiet.
They said I needed to be molded
by the flawed hands of authority.
When I was fourteen,
more hands were laid on me.
I was taught to not speak out
against what I thought was wrong.
I was given letters that graded me
and notes to my parents about who
I could like and love.
When I was eighteen,
The firm hands of
the military grabbed me.
They said I must fight against people
that they said were evil.
They taught me to hate and kill
with no cause of my own,
people I did not know.
When I was twenty four,
I was taught that I must work
and that toiling was my duty in life.
I was told that the work I did and
the money I made is what defined me
to the world and would gage my worth.
When I was thirty five,
I became angry and sick within my sleep.
I hated my dream.
I hated my life and all that were there in it.
I was sick and they gave me apathy drugs
to make me fall even deeper asleep.
When I was 40,
an angel came to me
and grabbed me by my face.
She kissed my forehead and said
"It's time for you to wake up Tim"
Now I am 50,
I love my mother and father.
I love my family and friends
and when i choose to color
with my crayon, I go
where ever it takes me.