Never had I a chance
to look at the future
but with a glance

I saw the world
from the rear window
of the car
While being driven
to destinations
near and far

So many miles
before I was five
Before I even
realized I was alive

And home was where
my grandparents lay
Maybe we could visit
on Christmas day

I walked long
and I fought hard
Always drawing short straw
or the blackest card

I spelled struggled
in colored crayons
With black and blue
and red let's be bygones

I learned to run away
at the age of three
There was no fence
that could hold me

Snakes and snails
and puppy dog tails
Emotional distrust
and bloody Hell

No little boy
should ever be
knapsack momentoes
of forgotten history