A face I know so well
Or so I thought
A mind so simple
Lit with confusion and despair
He was born
not so sure when
He was here to share
the warmth of the sun
He was here to believe
the coolness of the wind
He wanted to be an Ace
But couldn’t keep up with the pace
the scars of misfortune
writ wide on his face
Destiny ! they said
that he was an addle-head
He fled into a safe corner
that never did exist
A mire of his own conceptions
A result of his own perceptions
Give me a hand comrade
for I shall not resign
The Act of God
I aspire to redesign