By Mac Guerreiro
Eye should be able to,
Fill in the blank,
To work towards my goals,
To learn how to follow routines,
To wake when eye’d like and wind down too,
Eye should be able to,
To write and create,
To sell those creations,
To build something,
Yet it’s nothing,
Nothing concrete,
When a step forward is taken,
It’s hindered by the two taken back,
When it feels like eye can,
It becomes clear what’s in my head,
Enough to create greatness,
Yet none of the structure,
No boxes,
Not permanent ones anyway,
And soon any progress eye amounted to falls away,
And eye can’t even explain,
Explain to him what it is to live here,
One big child,
Who needs so much help,
And feels incapable of helping herself.
