once, when the world was young and fresh, there lived a boy, as normal as all the rest. He ate normal food, and played normal games. Until one day, a man did to him terrible things. For a while the boy was still quite alright, then all at once the sky turned from day to night. The little boy became the man with terrible things. I lost myself again, to the Jello of indecision. Those calm calculating thoughts all pointed somewhere. down pleasure and punch by the gallon, and drink the memories of those I had forgotten in that moment. Breath in, deep, those resolutions. recall a broken promise. Ambiguity made me do it, and intrigue mearly called me. You a toad, and me a prince, kisses don't always yield gold. loneliness as when you disappoint yourself, and nobody else matters.