Ode To Childhood Mistakes I

I remember when I was seventeen years earth to me was nothing more than a highlands and lowlands inhabited and uninhabited by men and women love to me then was a down to earth gift to rest my mind I came and saw and conquered nothing I would hear exist I couldn't accept be it a tale , a show, a trick or a sort of abstraction to say nothing that was stated amidst that couldn't find a space in my mind however, quack or mockery a smoke was there was a time when Titi was fourteen or fifteen years old had I merely talked to her may be nothing would have stopped it may be nobody would have discovered such a story or fiction may be I would have catched fire and exploded may be I would have earned from her a strange and bad thing to beat and smother my defence may be I would have faded and weared there was a time when my feelings and love power was a lot higher than my head ,had some people suggested to me then I may have succumbed to them I may have reliqushed to their whims I may have accepted their words I may have felt like them I may have dreamt to them I may have turned out to wear I may have lost my way lost myself and become someone beaten and smashed to crush there was a time when my life was turning to a notice and what I could muster then still was a little if not nothing homely had some people invited me to their smoke and fire may be I would have yielded and crowned around that smoke and fire may be I would have considered and remained again and again loyal and obedient to it May be I would have taught and invited many concerning that smoke and fire, oh a story anytime I remember I jolt how childhood should be guided through to be colourful tomorrow.