I Die...Then I Die

I begin to live

Forced to breathe and learn the ways

The forgetfullness of my first crawl

The joy I must've felt during my first steps

 

Conditional love I grew into

Unconditional it was supposed to be

Chasing understanding

I thought should come so immediately

 

Intrigued, the growth

Through beat and bruise

Kicking the wise man

He never ceased to teached

 

Listening became a sickness

The master of retention