The inner child asks

Who must you mourn for, my dear?
the angry red skies or the epileptic sea??
Why does your heart like a cat
lick this bowl full of sorrow..

Who gave these yokes
and told you that life was a fable...

Who tempted you to the fragile colorful wings of a butterfly
and did away with your birthrights ??

Who gave you this sceptre of a conquerer
with which you broom the marble floors....

I do not understand
I donot understand you at all !!
You-- who preached to me of freedom
Now kneel before the edifices of your own ego.