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