The Grid
Whoa!
Just thrown into the grid.
I just started as a human being.
Words are really hard.
You say them the wrong way people act very differently.
I also notice hunger and being tired often negatively impact your behavior.
I’m growing up pretty fast now,
Graduating high school.
I see some sadness in my mom’s eyes.
My Dad’s pride and heart-wrenching direction into his own passion, like giant sandwiches.
I’m married now, live far away from my parents,
And my wife and I had a couple kids.
Then after ten semi-sturdy years–
It all falls apart.
Just like Chinua said it would.
I’m still new to this human thing,
Threading my way through therapists,
In this mesmerizing grid we call time.
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