Child in the Wild
Child in the wild and danger in the grasp,
getting ready to explode,
internal powder kegs rolling
against the flimsy walls of the brain
a millimeter away from the divinity within,
speaking to the mind in soothing verse,
begging to come out and play,
promising a brighter future ahead
with money to burn and yachts to buy,
women to collect, and power to exercise,
tearing down his old life
and building up a new one,
building a child of power and wealth
without the education to apprehend it,
without a foundation to support it,
without a faith to make it last,
without the insight to know of its credibility,
without a plan for its failure,
and without the skills to build it back up,
the poor child lost in the wild
who listened to the wrong counsel,
the poor child with nowhere to go.
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