You're born
           Take a breath
  Cry like it hurts
Get onto hands
             And Knees crawl
  For a while
Grow up
              Big and tall
   And you rest
And, no matter
               How far you've
   Come, seems like it's
        Never enough.
And the hand that smacks you
   Changes into a fist that threatens
An entire system beating you down.
  Fight it awhile, be that rebel.
But the rebel dies young.
         And he dies alone.
So there go I
                  Who once fought
    All controls
Now brittle, frail , tired
                   Has come around
    To deciding
The battle
                     Is over
And I cry like it hurts