Joy engulfed; it was time-
Time to shine, lead the line, smells of adults and wine-
It was mine, and in the daylight hour-
There was no contrast.
The star that had fallen from the brightest Sirius;
The eyes that were praised for their gaze that amazed;
The flowers adorning hair when there was nothing but-
Bare living, living for life. When there was-
This is what they called youth-
I took spoonfuls of sugar,
I played with numerous toy playthings-
I thought nothing of the future-
Contrast, lots cast, dice rolled and lots sold-
They happened in my doll house.
Inside were the little things I wanted-
In some other life; there was no pain in plastic-
No contrast to the ethereal static-
Of a child.