as a child I chose ignorance as inconsiderate it is
to not consider the indifference of the parents I own
most things were gibberish
from the feverish incomprehensible persona I chose
until they weren't
I could sense the bitterness in their voice
the emotions that would tweak with their tone
when I realized what they were saying
payments taken from the bank
dwindling savings and loans
that's the day for certain
Satan gave his weigh in when I picked up the phone
I felt the weight in a instant
always felt it from an infant
haven't been free, not even a minute
some say they'd sell their soul for some gold
I told him I'd sell it
if he'd take me to a place with some sun marigolds