Somewhere out on the linear path,

Before we turned old,

My soul realized that it had come

To where the media seer had told

Of coming-of-age and

The way to fit in,

So he threw away his toys and friends

And wore better-fitting clothes,

Drank clearer water and ate cleaner foods,

Shaved his smooth face and said

“I’ve been to the highest mountain and through

The deepest pass, and now I know what it means to laugh.”

And Fate began to cry,

Because no one had asked her what she saw.

How I’d given up on mud and Mother’s love,

Created a character from television and radio

Much braver and more stupid in regards to

The most important things in life.