TEN YEARS OLD
                                               
                                              look at all the losers
                                               
                                              on the highway all the losers heading to work
                                              their sea of cars sounding
                                              like ocean waves on the ocean
                                              rather than a concrete path
                                              with no variation
                                               
                                              and i am one of them
                                               
                                              waiting to withdraw again
                                              wishing i was ten.
                                              ten!
                                               
                                              i never needed to learn to drive a car
                                              i never desired to learn how to
                                              marry or make babies
                                              when i was ten
                                              i did not need a lover
                                              or the things to feed it.
                                               
                                              some fruit, some sand
                                              some rapid movement
                                              of the legs and hands
                                              would suffice back then.
                                               
                                              when i was ten
                                              ten!
                                              i could stand motionless
                                              in the strongest breeze
                                              for hours
                                              where now i am surrounded
                                              by cars
                                               
                                              on the highway heading to work
                                              sounding like waves on the ocean
                                              rather than concrete paths
                                              with
                                              no variation
                                               
                                              and
                                              i am one of them
                                               
                                              waiting to withdraw again
                                              wishing i was ten.
                                               
                                              i was well fed then
                                              when i was ten
                                               
                                              and at best,
                                              all i can hope for now
                                              is to be fairly cool guy
                                              walking
                                              down the street