When the child was a child
It was the time for such questions as:
Why am I me...
and why not you?
Why am I here...
and why not there?
When did time begin and where does space end?
Isn't life under the sun just a dream?
Isn't what I see, hear and smell
just a vision of a world, before the world?
Does evil really exist and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who is me...
wasn't there before I was?
And that one day I, who is me...
shall no longer be what I am now?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but i don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.