The symbols, signs, the words are not the world
Yet scholars confuse laymen with their terms
“How to love your children” is advice
Hiding in the syntax is no life
I knew Latin grammar and her forms
I dwelled inside ellipses,I was torn
I could not live two lives so I chose rules
Then I found success like many fools
Grammar and its logic cracked my mind
I stole the key,I left the door behind
I found the prizes on my shelf arrayed
The golden prayer book shredded and decayed
The simple may be better fit to live
Those words were darts, yet love can’t but forgive
How my heart sings 