I found adventures and hiding nooks
Golden fish, paths to the sea
Swaddles of pillows bishops and kings
I heard a Good Voice that makes the constant word
but now I'm old, troubled, absurd.
The books have changed and ganged up on me
I fell in line from threats of monsters and witches,
now I fall from
They're not the same and neither am I--
I see them around corners armed with swords and knives
When I see them its bad, when I dont its worse
I once played at Knowlege's feet;
now I'm afraid to look him in the eye.
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