for children, on unconscious ambition

I have taken a page out of the book of mankind,

And polluted my mind.

Where once I wandered,

for better or worse,

Through the twisting paths, of a place far greater even than earth.

More treacherous at times, and more vast, and more free,

I remember the days when I'd trek through the pass,

That led to that cabin nestled between the mountains in me.

And then I learned of their riches,

And how much they're worth,

I cast aside the cottage of my minds vast woods.

So that I may build a mine to harvest the gold,

And level the mountains to collect all their stone.

So that I could build this palace,

And adorn this here throne.

I put the nymphs to work, as I abolished their homes,

And when I considered the consequences,

I used force to make my thoughts,

Condone the offences of their own defenseless,

-innocence-

Escaped me, and was obscured in the smoke,

As tastes grew more obscure, and the cost became

-gross-

Domestic income, of my mind and my soul,

grew higher yet, as I turned up the soil.

Whereupon I built shrines,

To the things that once thrived,

In the forests and the mountains,

And near that old cabin in my mind.