Hubris and shame will be my legacy

I stomp curiosity (It kills cats) like a mighty T-rex

I raise my head and scream

“Bow down you mutts”

Fear, loathing and drudgery shall be your lot

Stealing star tingles

We steal moonlight and star tingles

The faint beat of a drum unique to each child

As we fumble along trying to mould them like clay

To fill our own empty cups:

Cracked and broken in places, paint so vibrant once – peeling off.

Let them chase sea stars, peer at bugs, stomp on mud and chomp on leaves

Let them wander the lands and waters, seeking their own true path