The childish mind of man

 I've shed most of it
but there's still more fat here under my skin
There's still assets and investments
there is still hope and love

all these things are like a child's playroom
with shelves on which these things sit
I reach out for them without moving myself
They are out of my reach but I won't crawl

I just scream out in frustration
An over fed over cuddled child
I look at them on the shelves
hypnotized by how the light illuminates tham

I have them but I don't have them
Possession doesn't close enough
So I reject it all, I crawl away
when the door is open

I graze my knees and scream in frustration
An over fed over spoiled child
I crawl out onto the road
A car screeches to a halt

In that harrowing moment I realize I am grown
but so ungrateful I didn't even bother
to look up in the real world
saved by the caution of another