I am as an infant
Struggling to distinguish
Blinded and deafened by stimuli
I can barely walk
I am overwhelmed by the nature of need
By want mistaken as need
I am falling on my journey to the breakfast table
Wobbly legs sabotage my trajectory
I once saw myself as genius a mystic even
Though I am three and a half
Slurring my words
Not fit for this world yet
Just a babysitter's job
And when noone is looking I crawl
I cry at the absence of care
I try to make sense of the whole mess
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