Young boy, you have
all the toys,
ALL THE TOYS
you could ever need or want.
And all day, every day
you break them,
BREAK THEM
just because you can.
With each broken toy
you howl
until you receive
a new toy to replace the broken.
And you break that new toy
and so it goes.
AND SO IT GOES.
You grow into a man.
A man who has ALL THE THINGS
you could want,
and yet you want more.
More power,
More money.
More things.
More shiny friends to show off.
But like the child you were,
like the child you are,
you break these too,
believing you need--
no, worse, that you DESERVE more.
But people are not toys,
and power and money are as fickle as as
life,
and in one fleeting moment
you may find yourself
broken.
3.1.25
CHM
