I blossomed into nothing.

When were those crisp, unsullied hours when chaos, noise and
anger were unreal? How I yearned and stretched,
groaned, desired and reached.
Schooldays’ idiotic cravings are mindless, numb and false.
Soon the world beyond the railings crashes into view:
a strangely torturous struggle,
our nine-to-five lives seeping slowly into sand.

Bring me back the shining shield of infant night time bliss.