Another Brick in the Wall

Carelessness rains down upon me, such as, beads of sweat.

Memories cease, then seize…canterbury 5

Perhaps the pensive season is not done with me yet.

No matter how high my wall…a manicured finger repels the distance…

placing on guards…on stall.

‘How did I get to this place?”  I ask.

It is a point of phrase…given from the easiness of my high chair.

All is asunder…as I watch another brick begin to fall.

I ask again, and…again…

‘How did I get to this place?  how did I become so un-evolved?’