I was born in a ditch.
I learned to live in that ditch.
I learned to fight off
dire wolves with a sharpened stick and
a torch ripped from my own fabric.
I learned to dress my own wounds and
steal my own meals from
mother natures basket.
I grew from that ditch.
I walked on the grasses of the open country.
I sat in the shade and
swam in the quarries and
drank from the streams
when I could.
It is not that I would want or
have wanted ease.
It is that I would never know
what to do with myself
in a world where everything is accounted for.
