circumstance

Poem about growing up and down again

where does it
all come from
how come we
all fall down

is he a
wisher or
is 'he' just
a pronoun

when we grow
up we don't
expect to
fall back down

to earth I
thought we were
through with this
rundowntown

but we are
not exempt
from the laws
which control

space time and
our minds and
gravity
keeps our souls

nailed to the
ground where our
bodies were
born and our

mothers could
nurture and
fuss with and
scorn the ways

in which we
saw our paths
and yet still
strayed cause we

never
endeavoured
to turn out
this way