We’d, pieced together, the fragments of, youth, to make ourselves, complete, but, there were, those, vital pieces which had, gone missing through the years, and, we can’t, find them back, as they’re all, lost, in the past, and, there’s no time machine available, to take us back there (don’t ask where!!!) again.
The fragments of, youth, they’d, defined us into, who we are as adults, and, we are, adults, walking around, lost, with those, little kids that got, STUCK, inside our bodies, aching, yearning, to get out, only, that we won’t allow them any AIR-TIME, as letting them out to “play”, that’s like, opening up, that HUGE can of WORMS that we won’t be able to, control, and we can’t, have that, can we? Nope!
what we, look, like
and yes, I know, it’s, NOT pretty at A-L-L!!! Photo from online
The fragments of, youth, what do we do with them, huh? Do you think, that if we, give them, that proper burial, perform that, séance for that, safe passage out into, the spiritual world, we can, rid ourselves of them? Or, will they still, come back, and haunt us, and in the end, we may, need, a full-scale, EXORCISM?
The fragments of, youth, pick that up, you asshole, you broke it, not me, I never break anything, that I don’t intend to, I already had, more than my, own share of, shattered parts, and I’d, picked that up, put it all back, together, as perfectly, as I can already, while you??? Hadn’t, and I got NO time to waste, life’s callin’ me, to keep goin’ here!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 