Thoughts of simple days bring torment
.Remember being a kid and enjoyment
.Appalling how its now all irrelevant
.Peel back the truth and circumvent
.Pleased to be here, but discontent
.Endure a life stripped of consent
.Delusions of grandeur disorient
.Its easy to be deviant
.Not so much benevolent
.Mediate to avoid feeling desolate
.Yesterdays gone, thats a definite
.More days pass, feel more desperate
.Implored how you became insolent
.Never again to feel beguilement
Dwelling in past, brings only lament
-Ajm