The Child we used to Know

It really is no wonder,
Our brains are dull and full,
Of useless information,
And meaningless control.
This constant interrogation,
Of empty chatter resounds.
Bouncing off three edged walls,
What’s useful? Who can tell!
The noise of ‘its all important!’
Splits the head in two.
We long for some semblance,
Of the child we used to know.

JNijs@2016

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