Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?
The lawn was white with doctors
I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.
You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.
You know what lies are for.