They told me from an early age that it was important to follow my dreams.
I would have turned out to be a homicidal maniac if I had taken their advice.
I tried looking into what they meant in books but the theory was all too vague.
How could a book reveal to me my own murky depths.
Maybe it was it better to be ignorant of the answers.
Why did my eyes fall out and crack on the lino?
Why did I drop the baby down the staircase?
Why couldn't I run from that mangy wolf with emberous eyes?
Why have I not the strength to fight this man I fear?
Sometimes I don't know whether I'm chasing my dreams or whether they're chasing me.