You follow the path of youth
That leads you to a brick wall
On the other side is the monolith of man
The monolith of mankind grown tall
Where buttercups grow thorns
And daises grow little white stingers
Where the lawnmowers trim the grass
And women cheer the soldiers
You follow the path of youth
Until rigour mortis sets in
When kisses become insurance claims
And universities prune your limbs
Look at you now – so mechanised
Look at you, so poltergeisted
Making removal men move your stuff
Into the forest of life
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