im the one who adjust myelf in a way that leaves little to the imagination
embracing every depression with heart and will
manners of ther heart or manners of the head
choose with caution even if its something to dread
how tall was i before i became old?
before the brittle earth took a hold of my eyes?
i was six-foot-nine on the day of my third birthday
put upon a pedestle in front of my world
not quite human yet
not a care in my heart
no tastes of my own medicine
too naive, but still very alive