A child in guided steps will walk

Although there are rules it must obey

Its mind is free, its thoughts unblocked

Till adulthood fits it with great shackles and taketh freedom far away

 

While the body will not be restrained the soul turns grey and dour

Instead of life, just time will pass, hour after hour

While faceless men take infant’s ken

Begin the process all again

As scurried flocks of beauteous wren

Swirl around their tower